Title: The Haunting of Thomas Sanders
Warnings: Death talk, spirit talk, one cuss word
A/N: I had the revelation yesterday that if you abbreviated this story’s title, it’d be called THOTS and I’ve been laughing ever since
Beep, beep, beep!
“Ughhhhh,” Thomas groaned, rubbing his eyes with the heal of one hand while the other flailed for his alarm clock’s off button. “What a dream last night…” he grumbled to himself through his fingers, still rubbing the sleep off his face. He then tried to sit up, fearing that he’d fall back asleep and revisit his “ghosts.”
He couldn’t get up…oh no.
“Morning, Sleepy Head.”
“Agh, Virgil!” Thomas propelled himself into a sitting position, yanking his feet out from under Virgil, who’d been looming over top of him. With a look at his clock, Thomas was fussing again. “It’s 7 am, dude! Did you change my alarm?!”