• Chapter 1

    Martina sat in a desk, fingers tapping, waiting anxiously for a return call from a friend. She wasn't in love with him or anything, they'd just been friends since childhood. Problem is, people are starting to think

    they are lovers. Of course, meaning everyone in school. Suddenly, she heard a vase crack. She stood up, listening for more. Martina wore a white dress shirt and blue dress pants and shoes. She had straight

    brown hair, tan skin, and blue eyes. Just as she got up, the phone rang. She sat back down and picked up the phone. "Hello?" she asked?

    "Hey, it's me," came from the phone. "You called?"

    "Yeah, I did. I was wondering if you could come over. My parents aren't home and the computers are down. I have nothing to do," Martina responded.

    "Um... you know, that's a little awkward, asking me to come over when your parent's aren't home."

    "It is? I didn't notice"

    "It is. But, I guess I could come over."

    "Yeah, that'd be great. Okay, I'll see you later. Bye."

    "Bye."

    Martina hung up the phone. The phone was an antique, back from when you spun the dail to dail a number. It was a shiny red with white lines. Martina got back up. "Now, what was that?" Martina walked

    into the main hall of the house. There she saw a boy. The boy's skin was badly deteriorated, and the black shirt and blue pants were also falling apart.

    "Ahh, sister, I've been looking for you," the boy said.

    "What?" Martina looked at the boy. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

    "Yes, I am supposed to be dead," the boy responded. "However, I am not. But I am not alive, either."

    "So... you're..."

    "Yes. I am what you call 'undead'."

    "N-no..."

    "Yes. And, before I am truly dead, I must take you with me."

    "Wha-?" Martina stepped back. "No..." She ran away.

    "Sister, come back," the boy said.

    As Martina ran to the door, she heard the bell ring. "Ah, he's here!" Martina opened the door, still running, and grabbed his arm.

    "Woah!" He was pulled by Martina to the road. "Hey, what was that about?"

    "Remember my brother?" Martina asked.

    "The one that died six years ago? Yeah, what of it?"

    "Well, he's back. And he wants to kill me!"

    "Kill you? Please. Even if he was alive, why would he want to kill you?"

    "That's the thing, see? He's not alive."

    "Then how is he trying to kill you?"

    "Because he isn't dead, either."

    "Wait a minute. If he's not alive, how is he not dead? Unless...!"

    "Yeah. He's undead."

    "Come on, you're imagining things. Let's go inside." He turned to the house. The boy was there.

    "There he is! Come on, let's go!" Martina ran away. The young man followed.

    "Sister, come back!" the boy repeated.