Caleb was rather tired at the moment and in his bed. Of course, the poor man couldn’t get a wink of sleep with the paranormal party going on in his bedroom.

The music, a noise that only ghosts the paranormals could hear, was loud and pumping, the beat fast and hard. Flashes of bright light was weaving itself through his room like spotlights. The ghosts cheered and hollered to the music. Caleb closed his eyes, trying to block out the noise, but he could feel the heat of the grim reaper’s stare as the death tried to make sense of him.

Demise sat still, right above Caleb on his bedside desk, watching him below like a cat. The death had poked Caleb’s cheeks a few times, muttering his apologies. Caleb ignored him and so this was their predicament.

It was Demise’s fault anyway for agreeing to let a dead man have his dream. Caleb opened his eyes to peek at the death, whose ebony eyes brightened up as he noticed, and shook his head.

Demise was something else altogether.

***

“Put on the clothes,” Caleb tossed Demise one of his oversized shirts because the grim reaper was rather large and they needed to make him look more “human”.

Demise sniffed the clothes as Caleb pulled his sweater over his head. “These garments smell like you, Caleb. Like rosemint and vanilla.”

“Number 1: don’t say that again, people will think you’re crazy. And Number 2: don’t open your mouth.”

Demise bumped his two index finger together repeatedly. “But if I don’t open my mouth, how will I speak?”

Caleb gave him a dazzling smile. “Exactly!”

***

“Now look,” the two were making their way to Caleb’s job, a small cafe located in a little corner downtown, “I don’t want you saying anything weird to the customers, so you will need to help somehow.”

Demise nodded his head enthusiastically, still true to Caleb’s instructions.

Just then, out of nowhere, a ghoul slid up out of the sidewalk to block their path. It was bluish in color and looked quite sad.

It didn’t seem to see them; its eyes were staring straight ahead, blank, unseeing.

“If you were wondering, that one died in sadness. Probably a loss of a family member caused, or happened, to end in their death.” Demise whispered.

Caleb was quiet for a moment. “Wow, tha—WAIT A SECOND! You aren’t supposed to be talking!”

Demise’s eyes widened, and he smiled sheepishly. “I’m so—“

“NO TALKING!”

***

Yasmine was used to weird and strange things. Her girlfriend used to be in a cult and her own father was a serial killer. Yasmine thought herself very well connected to know who is…peculiar.

But Caleb being late for work, man, that’s something she never sensed would happen.

“But he better hurry up,” she muttered, handing a customer their money and going to the back to tell Hailey the order, “This shit’s getting to much, and it’s almost lunch time.”

That’s when they all dropped to the ground, limp and broken, eyes to the heavens.

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(Don’t mind that. I’ll probably finsh it later for the villain introduction. Maybe, maybe not. Writing block is attacking me!!🙂‍↕️ Anyways, thanks for reading and have a good day!)