The lights go off and suddenly, Jeremyâs bat is raised up real high and his heart rate goes along with it. Everyone knew just how much of a goof he could be in almost every situationâ but when it came to things like this? He always had this overwhelming need to protect those he cares about; his... teammates? Where did that word come from? Ugh, no matter. Something is coming and you bet your ass he is ready for whatever it is.
...Or, thatâs what he thinks.
The ghost that appears to him at first is a large man with a machine gun. This machine gun was fucking huge and yet this guy held it like it was nothing. It was intimidating to say the least but it didnât manage to scare Jeremy despite him getting flashes of familiarity from the figure.Â
â Ya gunna shoot me with a ghost bullet or somethinâ, bro? Then hit me with your best shot! â He challenges, confidence in his voice as well as his swing. The apparition doesnât respond at first but soon enough it begins shooting right at him, the bullets just phasing through him as expected. It would have made Jeremy laugh, but for some odd reasonâ he KNEW how it felt to have bullets go through him like that. There were no bullet wounds or any sort of bleeding to be found, but it felt like there was and he has no idea why or how. Fear started to overcome him and his breathing begins to shorten as he spins around to maybe run the other wayâ to which he is then suddenly faced with himself, guts hanging out of him and blood dribbling down his mouth. It causes him to fall back with a scream, tears filling the corners of his eyes while he does his best to back away from the terrifying vision.
â S-SOMEBODY FUCKINâ HELPââ! â

















