As I took the first struck go through ground with my shovel i could tell how long i’d be here digging this hole. In this heat the corpse was rotting much faster and flies began to swarm. Soon a smell even began to fluster around me, good thing I was in the middle of the woods.

When I finished i stuffed him into the hole and pushed all the dirt back on him. No more smell, no more corpse.

It was sad too, I was really starting to enjoy his company until the AC broke. His unwavering gaze and his undivided attention made it all the easier to love him.

As I broke the tree line, back at the 7-11 there wasn’t a car but one in the parking lot. I hurried into my car and changed out of my clothes and hurried home.

I slept better tonight. Maybe he was giving my house bad mojo, anyway...

I woke up for school all smiley and sunny as normal. And that’s exactly what I thought my day would’ve went on until I saw him sitting at his desk.

“Jason?” He turned to look at me, he looked as if I never killed him, never slashed his through and buried him.

“Oh hey Alyssa, how are you?” I had no words to explain the level of fear and shock i had. “What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll get caught?” And that’s when his dead fleshy odor hit me square in the face. Almost as if he was a figment of my imagination, his body turned into a corpse again, pale and lifeless and this time it had the wounds.

“Help! Help! Someone in here, oh my god!” I screamed almost as if I hadn’t killed him myself, no one saw me come out of those woods, no one saw where i buried him. So how was he here?

And the next few hours wee blurry, the police station, the interrogations, all the tears and anxiety. I was scared, not for my crime but just by how he got back. How the hell did Jason get out of his grave and back to school?