I was trapped in yet another unconscious vision of darkness. Was I dead? No, vampires can't die from suffocation or drowning. Then, what's happening to me?
Am I still in the car?

My eyes were continually trying to open, but my brain couldn't find them. Finally, my eyes were fluttering to a bright light above from me.

I was looking at the sky—the bright blue sky. My head was resting on something other than the ground.

"Hey, gorgeous," someone said to me.

A head was above from me. I couldn't see him. His face was blocked by darkness.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Remember me?" He revealed himself to me. It was none other than—

"Ethan?" I whispered.

"I knew you would never forget me."

"Am I…Am I dead?"

"You're a vampire. Of course you're dead."

"Am I in heaven?"

"You're hallucinating. He let me come see you. I'm sorry that I left. I never wanted to leave, you know."

"Ethan, do you know who Black Hood is?"

"Of course I do."

"Who? You're not gonna tell me, are you."

"It's not a good idea."

"Why?"

"If you knew the truth, you'll end up like me."

I sighed in frustration.

"I never had the chance to tell you this," said Ethan. "But I missed you so much. Nobody ever loved me as me as you did."

"I still do."

"Sarah, you have a choice. You can stay…or come with me?"

I was too scared. I was unable to find the words to say.

"I-I can't," I blurted out. "I need to know what's going on."

"Only the truth will set you free."

"I never stop loving you."

"Neither did I." Ethan leaned down and gently kissed me. The kiss of a savior.

He pulled back and caressed my cheek. "Sweet Sarah."

My eyes blinked for the moment. I hadn't felt this way in about a year. The tingling feeling inside of me was coming back and staying there…permanently.

"Sarah?" A voice called my name. "Sarah? Sarah? Sarah?"

My eyes shot open. Above me were three of my dear friends: Rory, Benny, and Erica.

"Guys," I breathed.

"What happened to you?" asked Erica.

"The car was drowning so was I." I explained. "Wait. Did you guys pull me out?"

"No, we found you laying here all by yourself," said Rory. "We just found you a minute ago."

"I-I-I saw him."

"Who?"

"Ethan."

"Sarah, you're starting to scare me," said Erica.

"He was here or I was hallucinating. Ethan told me that he knew who Black Hood was, but that he couldn't tell me."

"Sarah, Ethan's dead," Benny reminded me.

"Don't act like I'm crazy, Benny. You've seen him too."

"What's this about Black Hood?" interrupted Rory. "I've been seeing him a lot lately."

I turned to Rory. "You've seen Black Hood?"

"I have to," said Erica.

"How come we all keep seeing this Black Hood?" I asked. "C-Could…Could he be…Ethan?"

All of them turned to me shocked. Benny said, "Sarah, Ethan is dead."

"How do you know?"

"We saw him, Sarah! We saw him die in your arms! You felt his heartbeat stop. He died in your arms."

"We even saw his body in the coffin," added Erica.

"Is it still in there?" I asked.

"You know what?" said Benny. "That is it! Tonight we are going to the cemetery and I'm going to show you people that Ethan is dead."

"Are we gonna dig up his grave?" asked Rory.

"No, Rory," smirked Benny. "We're gonna go to Bermuda and bury Ethan in the sand."

Late at night, the wind grew stronger and the moon was a light from the sky. Rory, Erica, Benny, and I walked towards the cemetery with shovels in our hand.

"We're gonna dig up a grave?" asked Rory.

"Yes, we are," I said.

"That's a crime," said Erica. "And disturbing."

"Guys, I gotta…take a leak," whined Rory.

"Now?" asked Erica.

"I can't control it."

"Guys, focus!" I snapped at them. "Remember the plan?"

"Yes," said Benny, "Sarah, you're gonna throw up, I'm gonna run away, Rory's gonna wet himself, and Erica's gonna fall on the ground laughing while it happens."

"It's like he's psychic," said Rory.

"Sarah, tell us the theories," said Benny, "How will Ethan possibly be alive?"

"Some kind of magic. I just need to know."

Finally, we were at the graveyard. Everything was creepy me out. It's so hard to believe that I'm dead so are these people.

"Shall we split up?" said Erica.

"Sure, Shaggy, Velma, and Scooby will go to the basement, while Daphne and I are go to the bedroom," chuckled Rory as he attempted to wrap his arm around Erica.

Erica hissed at him. "Nice try, Casanova."

"Where was Ethan buried?" I asked.

"How should I know?" said Benny. "He's been dead for a year."

"Let's look around."

We all scattered the place looking for Ethan's gravestone. Too many dead people in here. It's going to take us forever.

"Sarah!" A male voice screamed for me. "Help me!"

Who was that? It sounded like…Ethan.

"Ethan?" I responded. "Ethan!"

I sprinted across the graveyard as Ethan continued to scream for me. Where is he? I can hear but no one's here.

For a moment, I stopped. Maybe it was another hallucination. God, I'm so insane.

Something caught my ankle. I let out a scream as a hand gripped my ankle. I looked down into a giant hole. The hand belonged to Benny.

"Benny," I gasped.

"Help me," he begged.

My hand locked onto his wrist and I carefully yanked him out of the hole. I pulled him back onto the ground.

Rory and Erica appeared out of nowhere.

"What happened?" asked Erica. "Well?"

"Guys, I swear…someone pushed me in this hole," panted Benny. "It was Black Hood. I saw him looking down at me when I fell in there."

"Did you see his face?" I asked.

"No, it was too dark."

"Guys—" interrupted Rory.

"Rory, if you need to go, then go!" I yelled.

"Not that! Look!" He pointed to something next to the hole in the ground.

We gazed at it. It was a gravestone…which belonged to Ethan.

"It's Ethan's grave," I said.

"I felt like I'm in a Hitchhook movie," said Rory. "Except we're not at the Bates Motel."

"Do you have to make a joke about everything?" I scoffed.

"And there she is. Norma Bates. We're all gonna die!"

"Should we start digging?" asked Erica.

"I think it's that close to the coffin already," said Benny. "Who wants to dig it up?"

"Not me," said Erica.

"Not me," I said.

"Not me," said Benny.

"Oh, man," Rory complained. "I don't wanna dig up a dead body."

"Too bad," I said.

Rory elegantly leaped Ito the ditch and started digging. Moments later he stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" demanded Erica.

"There's a big rock in the way!"

"Get it out!"

A giant rock skyrocketed out of the ditch. We waited for Rory to come out.

"Rory, just lift it up when you get to it," I said aloud.

"I got it!"

Rory lifted the coffins up with his bare hands. He carefully pushed it onto the ground of which we dragged away. Rory crawls out of there and stood up.

The four of us looked down at the grave and grew silent for the moment.

"This is too scary for me," said Benny. "We shouldn't do this."

I stopped him. "This was your idea. Just open it."

Benny reached out for the handle of the coffin. Click! He opened it. It was inches away from being closed. At that moment, Benny flipped it wide open and jumped back to us.

All of us gasped in horror as we stared at the coffin—which had nothing in it.