Victoria Sundaram

Z Victoria Sundaram

Two days after we buried him, he did call me. "Hey, Tam," he said. His voice was different, like the breath didn't fit into it properly, but it was definitely his. Besides, he was the only one who called me Tam, at least then. "What the hell?" I gasped. I heard a weird, rattling noise from the other end, then he said: "I know. Messed up, isn't it?" "You're dead. Aren't you dead? Where are you?" "Right where you left me," and I could hear him laughing a little, a weird noise that sent shivers down my spine. "Something didn't take, Tam. My body definitely shut down, but my soul won't go." There was a brief pause while I tried not to scream. "Tam?" Z said hesitantly. "Can you come dig me out? I need a cigarette."