12 days after Johnathan Murphy Deans fatal car accident. But I saw him again. How? I’m not sure myself. It’s black magic for whatever I care. I’m happy hes back again… but, he isn’t right. When I saw him, I was in the woods going to visit his grave. A couple minutes passed and I saw something horrific. What seemed to be the body of a man, impaled by the head on a tree, with a stake of wood. Before I could do anything, I saw John. His back was turnt walking away, but I guess my boots crashing against leaves gave it away. How’d I know it was him? Simple. The same leather jacket and shoes I bought him all those years ago. He never took them off, and I guess that included the afterlife. This drawing shown in the post is what I saw when I went to see him, scribbled down from my quick memory. But then I noticed he was wearing a mask. I didn’t get a good look at it but it was pale and devoid of feelings. Soon after common sense kicked in and I ran away. I could hear him trailing behind me but I hopped a fence before he could reach me. I wanted to tell someone this, friends, authorities, but I have a feeling that won’t go unpunished. Not by the husk of a person I once knew.