Darkness surrounded you as you stood in the empty gymnasium of Hatchetfield High. A voice called out your name. A voice you knew all too well.

Max Jägerman. The boy who disappeared two weeks ago. He finally came into view. His skin was grey, his cheekbones sunken in, blue veins painted all over his skin. He was dead, but standing before you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, a smirk on his face. “Did you miss me?”

He was dead, but somehow spoke. He was a ghost.