ep 2
Arzhel wasn't scared of anything.
Not spiders, not the dark, not even those curse group projects where you're stuck doing everything yourself. He was that guy who'd jump off rooftops into pools for a dare and laugh in detention.
And tonight, the universe decided to mess with him.
Arzhel shifted in his bed, an uncomfortable weight pressing against his chest. He groaned awake at midnight, turning over, the heaviness refusing to let him drift back to sleep.
Arzhel Callahan (ML)
Ugh...what now?
His eyelids fluttered open and ready to cuss out whatever it was.
There was a boy standing at the foot of his bed.
Pale. Dripping wet hair. Big eyes staring straight at him like something out of those horror documentaries your idiot friends make you watch at 2am.
Arzhel backed up so fast he fell off the bed with a solid thud, scrambled into the corner of his room like some horror movie final girl, and silently screamed for a solid thirty seconds, waving his arms like he was trying to fight off a swarm of bees.
The boy, still sitting on the edge of Arzhel's bed tilted his head in surprise. His damp-looking hair clung to his face as if he'd just stepped out of the rain.
Arzhel continued soundlessly shierking, eyes so wide that they might pop out. He pointed a trembling finger.
Arzhel Callahan (ML)
Wha-Wha-Who the hell-?! How-?!
After a solid minute of silent horror-movie flailing, Arzhel finally paused. Something about those eyes...he recognized him.
Arzhel Callahan (ML)
Wait.
Arzhel Callahan (ML)
No way...
Arzhel Callahan (ML)
You- you're the weirdo from the hospital.
Arzhel managed to choke out, his voice hoarse.
The boy blinked at him, visibly surprised.
Zayden Lorenz(MC)
So...you really can see me.
Arzhel Callahan (ML)
(frown) See you? What are you talking about? I can see you- you're literally in my room in the middle of the night, freak.
The boy's expression twisted into something between relief and wonder.
Zayden Lorenz(MC)
No one else has been able to...not since...well...you're the first.
Arzhel's stomach dropped.
Arzhel Callahan (ML)
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
The boy gave him a soft, almost sad smile.
Zayden Lorenz(MC)
I'm...kind of a ghost. Or a spirit. Or something like that.
Arzhel tried to laugh it off, but it came out sounding like a dying duck.
Arzhel Callahan (ML)
H-Hah...good one. Real funny, man. You-you're joking, right?
To his horror, the boy stood up. Calmly. And as he stepped forward, his entire body passed through Arzhel's desk like mist.
Arzhel's soul left his body.
He screamed again - still soundless, because apparently his brain was too fried for real noise now - then promptly passed out face-first dramatically on the floor.
The boy stared down at him, wide-eyed.
Zayden Lorenz(MC)
...Was that too much?
Author
Boy...I'd passed out too.
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Luna
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2025-05-23
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