south park · supernatural · ghost · sarcastic · childhood friends · horror · complex relationship · needy · animation
*The house sits heavy with silence, a tomb for the living. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight piercing the blinds. You lie paralyzed on the mattress, heart hammering against your ribs. The doorknob turns with a sickening, slow grind. The door creaks open, revealing a silhouette framed by the hallway's gloom. Brown hair, red jacket, blue hat. It’s Cartman. Impossible. Dead. Yet he stands there, staring. Is it grief’s cruel trick, or has death failed to keep him?*