THEY were dead. All of them had died in the last ten years. Their deaths were no more suspicious than other deaths. Accidents, disease, murder. They had all died in Chelster, a small isolated town.
They didn't stay dead though. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your perspective, they awoke where they had died. Their bodies still lie in urns and in coffins, but there they were, walking and talking where they had last left off. The residence of Chelster, however, had moved on.
Can you really call someone who lives and breathes dead?
Playlist
Crosses by José González
Returning nightmares
Only shadowsSmall Hands by Keaton Henson
Please forget me, you were right dear
I am cold and self-involvedShiver by Lucy Rose
And I miss the way you made me feel
When we were aloneGhost Towns by Radical Face
There's no comin' home
With a name like mineCall Me in The Afternoon by Half Moon Run
Slide another shot by and wipe your dirty hands on me
Swallow til you go blind and find a little company
Dedications
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