Miscellaneous Haunted Stories

Terminal

Grayson dropped the pail of water he had been holding and raced over to his friend, catching him before he could hit the ground.

Drake coughed and seized in Grayson's arms for a full minute before he collapsed, exhausted.

"You all right?"

Drake wiped his mouth.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Grayson tightened his hold.

"Bullshit."

Drake struggled. Grayson sighed and helped him up. He frowned when he saw his friend's pale face.

"You're bleeding."

Drake startled, wiping his hand over his mouth again. Blood dripped from his lips. He stared blankly at his red-coated fingers.

"Ah."

Grayson shakily pointed a finger at him.

"You... you knew? You're, what, what are you? Are you dying?"

Drake shrugged.

Grayson lost it.

"What the fuck? Drake, these are the kinds of things you need to tell me about when they actually happen. Why the hell would you keep this from me?"

Drake picked up the pail Grayson had dropped. He barely glanced at Grayson before walking away.

Grayson ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder. "Don't walk away from me!"

Drake shook Grayson's hand from his shoulder.

"Don't touch me."

After a moment's deliberation, he shoved the pail into Grayson's chest. The human had to hurry to grab it, lest he drop it again.

Grayson scowled at Drake.

"Man, what the hell?"

Drake backed away.

"I'm doing this for your own good. You've got enough things to worry about."

Grayson blinked furiously. He shook his head.

"That's not true."

Drake smiled sadly at Grayson.

"Isn't it?"

This time, when Drake walked away, Grayson let him.