A phone buzzed, the familiar sound of the ringtone echoed throughout the room,
"Are you gonna answer that?" A disembodied voice queried. My head swiveled to the right, then the left, searching for the source of the sound. Nothing.
"Who are you?" I spoke. The ceiling of the basement cracked slightly as footsteps thudded above, nearing the locked door. The doorknob jiggled, then fully turned, revealing the figure that opened it,
"Now where did I leave those Christmas decorations?" They pondered aloud, skirting past me and straight to the shelves. I reached my arm out, trying to touch their shoulder,
"Can you tell me what day it is?" My words seemed to not reach the person, since they didn't respond. My hand came into contact with their. . .nothing. Again. Nothing. My hand went though them, causing them to suffer slightly.
"It's a bit cold down here." The person murmured, rubbing their hands together for warmth.
"You didn't know!?!" A voice cackled, patronizing me. "You thought you were A L I V E!?" The voice resumed. "Keep dreaming kid, that's all you have left now."
"When did I die?" I whispered, confused as ever.
"A week, so this is day seven of being a lost spirit, for you anyway."
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✨ 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒟𝓊𝓂𝓅 ✨
Random!《read at your own risk》! Just some things I have written from prompts my brother gave or I found
