Chandler Riggs/ Carl Grimes Imagines

Mansion II

"What?" I questioned,"No. I was just with him. We were hanging out by the lake. I saw him."

My mother shook her head,"I remember when Elliot came by and told me the news. He said that Sammy and his working apprentice, Chandler Riggs, had died from a poisonous snake bite."

"Well, then it must be a different Chandler," I concluded.

There was no way it could have been the same Chandler. 

If they were the same person, that would mean that either I was imagining things, or ghosts were real.

I pushed that thought away in an instant.

Ghosts didn't exist.

I decided to end the conversation right there with my mother and go back to my room to unpack my things.

The only problem was, I couldn't stop thinking about what my mom had said.

Elliot was my Uncle Sammy's brother, and even thought they didn't get along the greatest, they still spent a lot of time together.

If anyone had a picture of Sammy and this Chandler kid, then it would be him.

With a few taps on my phone screen, I had dialed Elliot's number and was listening to the annoying ring back time before I finally heard a loud,"What's up Bex? You never call. Ever. What's wrong?"

Just as I had hardly known Sammy, I barely knew Elliot. We hadn't spent the greatest amount of time together, so he was right. I hardly did ever call.

"Yeah, I was just wondering if you knew that kid that Uncle Sammy always worked with."

Elliot's side went silent and I frowned.

"I'm sorry El. They was a little insensitive. I really am sorry about Sammy," I said sincerely.

"It's alright. Sometimes, I just get really sensitive when I hear his name. I just have to get used to the fact that he can't be around anymore. Anyways, yeah. I knew Chandler."

"Could you send me a picture of him?"

There was a slight silence on the other end of the line,"That's an odd request."

"Yeah. I met this kid named Chandler Riggs and mom is intent on telling me that their the same person, but if your Chandler is dead, then my Chandler can't be him, right?" I explained.

"I guess," Elliot said,"I have to go, but I've got to go."

"Thank you."

After hanging up, I sat and waited for the picture to come through, but when it finally did, I wish it hadn't.

There, standing next to my Uncle Sammy, was Chandler Riggs.

/-/

It was a dark and stormy night by the lake.

Every night I would have trouble going to sleep in this cold, creaky house, but tonight was different.

Tonight, I had figured out that the only person in this desolate town that I had come to know and call a friend wasn't exactly a person.

He was a ghost.

Chandler was an nonliving, cold spirit that was haunting the house that my mother and I now lived in.

Suddenly, I heard a small rap on the broken window, causing me to jump up in my bed.

I looked out the window to see Chandler balancing on a tree branch, peering back at me, soaked from head to toe.