Disclaimer: I own none of the characters which I'm about to use. I'm merely playing with them for a while.
PLEASE TAKE INTO ACCOUNT THAT THIS MIGHT SCAR YOU FOR LIFE.
Martin's POV
"What the hell? Was he going nuts?" Martin questioned himself. There was a girl standing across the road that looked just like Ruthie. But it couldn't be, Ruthie was dead. She had run in front of a bus 2 months ago.
"Hey Martin." Ruthie's ghost greeted him pleasantly. All he could do was stare with his mouth open. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Superman."Superman?" He was probably just dehydrated.
"Hey Martin," a harsh voice beside him inquired"you haven't watched my show in a while and I want to know why?" Looking up he saw The Thing from The Fantastic Four. Jumping up he started to run.
"Martin where are you going?" called Ruthie's ghost.
"No, you're dead." he started to scream over and over again. Looking back over his shoulder he saw that the entire Incredible family were on his heals as well as Ruthie. Quickly he ducked into a weapon store. Because he was looked over his shoulder to see if they had followed him in, he failed to see the sword until it was too late...