Third chapter of Back From Grave! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House

Some hour before.

"Ok Lincoln, this is all very strange" Lincoln said alone, sitting on his grave, with his back resting on his own headstone. "I need to organize my thoughts." He spoke, scratching behind his head.

The rain had stopped na hour ago. Lincoln was very confused and disturbed by the situation he was in now. He held the cell phone in his hand, but it was no use, The Reaper had given his cell without power. He couldn't use it. He had tried to get out of the cemetery, but when he tried it the first time, he was pulled back into his headstone, as if he were attached to it.

Great. He was back, but stuck in his grave and had no way of communicating with anyone. Hours had passed, the only thing left for him was that someone would come to help him, maybe The Reaper come back to give some help, but Lincoln doubted a lot, by his tone, he wouldn't come back for a while. Maybe some other supernatural being will appear, like an angel or something. Come on, he was a ghost who had been left on this side by the Grim Reaper, someone must come check him out, right?

Wrong. The sun was already approaching when he saw someone in the distance coming in the direction of his grave. Lincoln got up excitedly. When the person got closer, Lincoln identified him as the grave digger

"Hello sir! It's quite weird but I am a ghost, and I really need your help!" Spoke Lincoln, but the grave digger Ignored him.

"Shit! Grave robbery? In Royal Woods." Said the grave digger looking at the hole Lincoln dug to get out.

"What? No, This hole I made when I escape from my coffin! Sorry for the mess!" Said Lincoln reaching for the shoulder of the grave digger. Only to phase through. The man felt a chill pass in his spine.

"What was that?" He rubbed his shoulder. "Man, I hate Cemeteries, they give me the spookes..." the grave digger, started to back away. "You know what? I won't even deal with this now, I'll go to church right now!"

"What? He can't see me?" Said Lincoln concerned. He only sighed and sat down again, yep, his only hope was to some supernatural being appear.

Many hours later, Lincoln who felt asleep woke with the sound of various foots approaching his grave. He get up and saw that his suspicions were true. Coming to his grave, his 10 Sisters. But, they looked very somber, and Lincoln knew exactly why. Everyone looked down, except Lynn, who when she got close enough, she spoke in a mixture of fright and surprise

"What the?" Lincoln stood when his Sisters looked up at the boy's grave, shocked by the hole there. Lori approached.

"What Happened here?" She spoke with tears starting to form in her eyes.

"It looks like a hole." Spoke Leni, with her usual ditzy tone.

"No Leni, why it has a hole in Lincoln's grave?" The tone of Lynn was harsh, she was visibly starting to get angry.

"Maybe Lincoln had a visita of a grave robber" Lucy spoke in her monotone, all the sisters turned to her with fear on their faces.

"Come on! Lincoln can't have peace even after death!" Groaned Luan.

"Who would have thought there would be a grave robber in Royal Woods." Commented Lori

"Ah, but this guy is going to see me! Nobody messes with my brother! even if he's dead!" Lynn said, shaking her fist up.

Lincoln stood there, silent, watching how bad his sisters looked. He didn't believe what he was seeing. He looked down and sat down again against the headstone. They couldn't see or hear him, so what was the point of him being there? Being a ghost sucks. Is what he thought.

Lisa approached the hole and studied the hole more closely. The size of the hole, the nail marks on the earth, and the fact that the coffin is barely visible at the bottom of the hole.

"I strongly disbelieve that our male brother was the victim of a grave robbery. You see, the coffin is still intact down there, the hole is also not big enough for anyone to even be able to open it. And look at these marks, they are nails, shovels do not leave this type of marks. I would say an animal, probably a canid dug that hole." They were all quiet, confused by what Lisa had deduced. With a sigh, she explained. "It was probably a dog." They all let out an "Oh", but Lana was confused by something.

"Lisa, if was a dog, how he was able to dig 7 feet down and still get out of there?" Asked Lana.

"I also am not sure but the only other option is that the hole was dug from bottom to top." Answered Lisa. This got the attention of Lincoln, who lifted his gaze to his genius sister. Lola spoke up with a slight fright in his voice.

"You mean Lincoln crawled out his grave?" Some Sisters got a chill run down their spine, other got a lump in their throat. Lincoln stood up and sprinted to the front of Lola.

"Yes Lola! You're right! Look! I am right here!"

"Don't be silly Lols, Lincoln's dead." Said Lana with a deep frown.

"No! Lana! I'm here! Lincoln! Please! Hear me!"

"She's right Dudette, his gone." Said Luna.

"No Luna! I'm here! Come on!"

"I miss him so much." Said Luan.

"Luan, please, I'm here, I'm ok! Please! Smile! Come on! Please, make a pun! A joke! It's everything okay!"

"I never though I was going to be so sad about a death in my life... But..." Lucy started to sob.

"Please Lucy! Come on!

Slowly, every of his sisters started to cry too, even Lisa, this sight was so much for Lincoln take, he could fell their grief over him, this sensation was devastating, he also started to tear up.

"Come on Everyone, let's go home, the grave digger soon you fill the hole again." Spoke Lori in middle of the sobs. When everyone started to left, Lincoln started panicking.

"No! Please, don't go! I'm here! Please!" He rushed to catch with his sister, but when he was about to touch Leno's arm, he got pulled back to his grave again. "No!" again he sprinted to catch his sisters, but again he was pulled back. He tried more time. And another, and another, he stopped trying when he saw in the distance Vanzilla driving away.

"No..." Lincoln whispered. Falling to his knees and staring go cry.

"Lincoln" The boy jumped with the sudden appear of The Reaper, he was used to this, Lucy always do that all the time.

"Reaper!" Said Lincoln wiping the tear off his face.

"Hello Lincoln" greeted The Reaper. "How are you doing?"

"What do you think? I can't get away from here, nobody can see, hear or touch me, you give me a phone without charge, and YOU LEFT ME HERE ALONE FOR ALL NIGHT!" The sudden shout made The Reaper flinch.

"Sorry dude, but I had somethings I really needed to resolve." The Reaper said defending himself.

"Oh, right, you leave me in this side and decided to just walk away! You really had things more important to resolve than a confused ghost of a boy that had to dug up from his own grave!" retorted Lincoln angrily.

"I'm really sorry dude, but, besides the sermon the Boss gave me, I had somethings I had to do about you!" Said The Reaper.

"What? What about me?" Lincoln spoke with am eyebrow raised.

"Well, ghosts are normally made when I fail to find the spirit of the person when he died. Normally on a massive tragedy, but you, I... I refused to guide you to the other side." Spoke the Reaper.

"Why? Why me?" Lincoln said in confusion. The Reaper approached the kid and crouched to met his eye on level, then pulled the hood of the jacket of his head, reveling his face, a relatively avarege man with a sharp nose and black eyes.

"I really liked you Lincoln. Your personality, way of life, relationship with your sisters end friends. You really catch me. And I don't fell that is fare you going so soon." Lincoln shifted his gaze to the ground.

"Thanks." Said simply.

"So, after the scold I had, I convinced the Boss to let you stay here, but, with a ghost body."

"But what's the use? I'm stuck here! And anyone then you can see me!" Told Lincoln.

"Look, That's why I am here, I am here to free you from here." The reaper extended his arm and snapped his fingers, Lincoln felt let me some invisible chain was taken out of his ankles and whrists. He them looked to the entrance of the cemetery and runned as fast as he could, this time, he wasn't pulled back, he made a large smile as he got to the entrance of the cemetery.

"Wow! I'm free! I'm free! Thank you Reaper!" The reaper chuckled appearing beside the kid.

"Now Lincoln, about anyone being able to see you, I can't help you, sorry." Apologized The Reaper.

"Damnit... So, how?" Lincoln asked.

"With time you will get the hand of it, like when you were able to grab your phone, oh, and I forgot to tell you, but he recharges with time, and I added my contact, so you can call me, but don't do every time, ok?"

"Okay, but before you go, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can dude!" Answered with a smile.

"I have some kind of power? Like being a ghost and stuff." Asked Lincoln.

"Uh... Yes, you can float, well, bye, see you someday." Said The Reaper turning away to leave.

Lincoln pulled his phone from his pocket and indeed had some charge in It. Suddenly he had in idea. Maybe he could speak with someone over the phone. He scrolled his contact list, a d stopping when he saw the name of Luna. He pressed the name and started to call.

Seconds later, the silk voice of Luna came from the other line.

"Hello? What's this? Why you have my brother's number?" She asked with anoyance in her voice.

"Luna it's me! Lincoln! You can hear me?" Silence.

"This is a Joke? You're joking with me? FUCK YOU! My brother is dead! This is not funny!" the voice of Luna was filled with grief and rage, Lincoln never heard her his rocker sister like that.

"Wait Luna, I'm-"

"Go to hell! Never call me again you shit!" With that, Luna rung the phone.

"Well... That could be worse." Lincoln Pocketing his phone. He decided to go home, he walked to the street and streched his arm when he saw a taxi coming.

When the taxi don't stopped, Lincoln remembered his condition. "Oh, Yeah, ghost... He said I can float..."

Lincoln closed his eyes and focused again. Slowly, he felt his feet stop touching the ground. When he opened his eyes again he was really floating three feet off the ground.

"Wow! Neat! I can fly!" Lincoln punched the air, only to fall face first to the ground. "focus Lincoln, focus." He said to himself, starting to float again. "Okay! Let's go home!"