I was wandering in the streets, at about 10:30 pm, on the night of the show. Suddenly, I doubled over. Oh no. That means something bad, I thought. I looked up. Shoot. There were Killer Drifter Ghosts EVERYWHERE. I saw one drift in the direction of… Hamish. Please tell me that ghost isn’t going after Hamish, I thought worriedly. Turns out it was. I ran in Hamish’s direction, but I was never going to get there in time. I was right. Hamish crumpled into a pile.
“HAMISH!” I yelled. I ran to his side. He had stopped breathing completely.
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