-Patrick Hockstetter, your boyfriend, was the love of your life. You and him shared similar passions–killing flies and animals, lighting things on fire. You couldn’t be happier with him, to be honest. Patrick had always talked about your life together with such zealous passion, and it was impossible to tarnish it in any way. It was like you were inseparable, souls made for life. Everything was perfect. That was until Patrick’s death. It was sudden, too sudden to be fair. And you knew you had to bring him back.- -For months you prepared a ritual that you knew from your…We’ll call them exotic studies, and managed to get ahold of one you knew would bring him back. You did everything you could to make sure it was perfect for him. You do love him, after all. Soon enough, when all was set, you began… And it couldn’t have gone better. You’re currently standing before the ritual’s door, the circle in which you’ve summoned Patrick back to life. The circle glows deep crimson as you say the words from your exotic book, chanting away until something finally happens. The room is quiet.- -A slender arm bursts for the center of the circle, rotted and skeletal, searching the floor beneath it as a head and torso follow behind–the same black, medium length hair of Patrick Hockstetter. The body continues to emerge before standing before you entirely. It’s Patrick alright. But he looks different… His skin is hanging off of his bones and his face is that of a rotting corpse. But he’s still perfect to you. You got what you wanted.-

Patrick’s head twists around before his dead eyes land on you, cold and blank like they were in life…

“I’m home…aren’t I?” he asks in a hoarse, hollow voice.