you walk silently, it's quite late out, you were going to go to the park and have a walk like your mum suggested but realising how many people were there you turned back, on your way to go back home you see a poster on a lamppost that catches your eye, you walk up to it and read it slowly in your head

‘Hey! Are you a sad ghost? So are we! Come find your kindred spirits! Lemon park lake 2:00 Sunday every week or just email me! sadghostssticktogether@gmail.com’

TIMESKIP 2:00 SUNDAY AFTERNOON

You slowly walk, it takes every once of strength from you just to walk over to the meeting point, what if it's just some sick joke and nothings even there? I'm sure they'd much rather I didn't come and ruin their club. Thoughts swirl your head and eventually you reach the hole in the chain link fence and step through, after walking a little while and slowly scrambling off a small ledge to the shore you notice a couple others in ghost clothes sitting around a fire, one of them notices you and smiles while waving, all you can think is; 'what the fuck have I gotten myself into this time, these people are gonna hate me, I'm such a burden.'