ghostin'

dead

[themac-edwards]

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“Sunnybrooke” he told the other male, wondering if at the moment he was the only one around that could see him. “Don’t worry, I’m trying to figure out a way to get you all back” he added before bringing the hand down by his side, up to his lips to take a puff off the joint in his grasp.

“Uh. Okay. Two more questions.” Mac’s eyes followed the joint. “Back to where? And uh. What year is it?”

[themac-edwards]

It had taken Mac a while to figure out what the hell had happened to him. Part of him was still hoping this was some mushroom induced lucid dreaming, but it was seeming more and more less likely. Which meant he was dead. Like the rest he had come here with. A ghost. He couldn’t touch anything. It was a crushing feeling. No more crazy shit with his friends. No more girls. Well, he supposed, maybe ghost girls? He had no idea how any of this worked. 

He spotted someone who looked like the weren’t dead and waved to get their attention, “Hey. Uh. What is this place?”