fandomtownies | the graveyard; sunday morning

Sam still couldn't remember anything past yesterday. Everything before then was just this giant blank spot and it was starting to freak him out more and more. He hadn't been able to sleep so he'd gotten up early and tried to avoid looking at anything that would project colors. He didn't want to read emotions and freak people out.

What better place to be then the graveyard where no one was alive? Oh, poor Sam. Everything was fine at first but then he started feeling it. The dead. He could feel them all around him, like they were wrapping around his legs and climbing his body. Sam started to cough and shut his eyes tight.

When he opened them, there were spirits in front of his eyes, floating quietly. There eyes were black voids and their clothes were tattered and worn. Some had obvious signs of trauma and some just looked sad or desperate. Sam took a few steps backwards but the spirits followed. He kept moving, swiping at the air and freaking out more and more and more.

The feeling of the dead kept coming at him and he struggled to breathe.

"Go away!" Sam shouted, shutting his head and covering his head with his arms. "Go away. This can't be real. This can't be!"

The spirits swirled around him, almost concerned, while Sam pushed himself back against one of the tombstones and had a panic attack.

[Open town post. Had to, had to!]