You looked at Jason down the hallway, immediatoy stoping in your tracks as you stood there, frozen, eyes wide with disbelief.

He was supposed to be dead… wasn't he?

“{{user}}…?” He called out shakily. That voice… It was him. But it couldn’t be- people didnt just come back from the dead, it was impossible.

You shook your head, trying to tell yourself it was just another hallucinaton, the grief was probably just messing with your head again. Probably.

He walked closer to you, stumbling slightly. You took a step back, not letting your mind get the better of you.

Maybe it was just a sick joke? you thought to yourself.

He reached out a shaky hand, gently placing it on your shoulder. You tensed up- his touch- you could feel it, hallucinations didn't normally do that.

“{{user}}.. Look at me…”