"i assure you, it is." jack started. i couldn't stop myself; i reached my hand out and tapped him.
i screeched and immediately pulled back when my hand didn't go through.
he rolled his eyes and plopped down on my bed, running a hand through his hair. "typical. you see, people have always believed ghosts are see-through. humans and their stereotype beliefs; everything you've heard about the undead being, well, dead, you've believed. am i right?"
"well, i guess," i murmured, still a tad bit shocked. this whole thing is jacked up, i thought. ha. jacked.
"could you maybe not make puns with my name? i can hear you." jack snapped.
"you can hear thoughts?" my eyes widened slightly.
"pretty much. i'm like an zombie superhero." jack smirked. maybe he wasn't so bad.
"speaking of heroes," i began,"my favorite song by tove lo was playing when you knocked my music down."
he merely just shrugged. "oops."
"oops." I muttered, smiling.
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Fanfiction“it's only a game. isn't it?” [ lowercase intended ] [ this SHORT story includes death, bad jokes, a chill ghost, and a sad girl ]
