You gasp, getting drenched with cold holy water the second Bobby's door opens. You understood. If someone who'd been dead four months had come to your door, you'd have doused them too.

"Is Sammy here?"

You ask, the desperation in your voice surprising even yourself.

"You ain't gettin' to Sam."

Bobby grits out, still disbelieving of you. You didn't even know how you were on Earth and alive either. You just wanted to sleep and have a damn snack.

"Did you say my name, Bobby?"

You hear Sam call from the living room, sending you shoving against Bobby desperately while he tries to push you out the door.

"Sam!"

You beg as Bobby yells for Sam to stay inside. Footsteps thud towards the door anyways and soon enough, Sam is staring at you incredulously.