THEY were dead. All of them had died in the last ten years. Their deaths were no more suspicious than other deaths. Accidents, disease, murder. They had all died in Chelster, a small isolated town.

They didn't stay dead though. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your perspective, they awoke where they had died. Their bodies still lie in urns and in coffins, but there they were, walking and talking where they had last left off. The residence of Chelster, however, had moved on. 

Can you really call someone who lives and breathes dead?

Playlist

Crosses by José González

Returning nightmares
Only shadows

Small Hands by Keaton Henson

Please forget me, you were right dear
I am cold and self-involved

Shiver by Lucy Rose

And I miss the way you made me feel
When we were alone

 Ghost Towns by Radical Face

There's no comin' home
With a name like mine

Call Me in The Afternoon by Half Moon Run

Slide another shot by and wipe your dirty hands on me
Swallow til you go blind and find a little company

Dedications

astrovibess, golden-rebel, inej-ghafas, _callmeRae, -venusvintage, captain_sharrie, thnkspwte and Greyrainyday. And of course, anyone else who has ever applied to an apply fic of mine.

Sorry if you've been tagged and didn't want to be tagged. Also, sorry if I missed tagging you. I love new applicants and I'm excited to see what you all come up with!