Lee turned around, meeting eyes with John Laurens. "Wait what-" Lee was honestly really confused. The man who shot him, who man who died was standing right there. He wasn't really standing, more like floating. Lee could see through him, that fact sent chills down Lee's spine. "Oh god why am I here-" Lee stepped back, pressing against his desk. Lauren's voice sounded weird, like a voice echoing throughout an empty hall. Lee was scared, not feeling the tears prick the corner of his eyes. [Lee was shook, as Laurens was woke af] 

    The next day Lee woke up, looking around he saw no one. Lee sighed, getting up he changed his clothes, then walked out to the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw John Laurens sitting on a chair doing nothing. Lee could see faintly through Laurens, who's colour was slightly greyed. "Oh hey" Laurens looked up at Lee, his eyes drained of the colour they once held. Lee felt a shiver go down his spine, as he looked at the dead man in front of him. A line of desaturated blood went down from Lauren's mouth down his chin, supposedly stuck in time. "U-uhm-- H-hello--" Lee stuttered out, shuddering. Laurens let out a laugh, laughing at Lee and how he was acting. It was obvious to Laurens that Lee was scared.