I jump again, sitting up in my grave with half of my body on the surface, and my legs stretched out below. I phase through so I'm completely on top with one knee bent and close to my chest and the other extended.
"Dreams again?" Tyler says on his burial spot beside mine, focusing on his book.
"More like nightmares. I dreamt I was alive. Can you believe that?"
He raises his eyebrows, flipping a page. "It's happened to all of us."
"Doesn't make it any less weird, y'know?"
He chuckles. "You sound like your dad. Anyway, the quartet's about to play soccer if you're up for it. Patrick's reffing."
I look to the night sky. "Might as well. It's getting late and morning will be here soon. I can sleep when I'm dead." I stand.
"But you are dead."
I snap my fingers and point to him, "You're right. Besides, we all know Pete thrives off of kicking our asses." and I phase underground once more.
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The strange, unexpected, & supernatural
FanfictionA compilation of short horror stories with band members alongside original characters. **Warnings included
