I released the third of my Patreon Challenge stories a few days ago, Online Undead. You can check it out here if you’re my patron:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/online-undead-23976252

And here’s a teaser:

My name is Charlie (no relation to Leroy) Jenkins, and I think I’m being haunted. But of course, I’m getting ahead of myself, and it’s not so much haunted as…well, I suppose I should start at the beginning.

Nathan and I had been best friends since the 2nd grade, when his family moved here from Dallas eight years ago. His parents hadn’t allowed him to socialize outside of school at first, but we’d found other ways to connect. We’d done everything together online we could, really, but mostly what we’d done is play video games. We’d spent so much time paired up in the digital world, it was almost impossible to believe that I’d never see him again not only physically but also digitally.

Around 5th grade Nathan’s parents loosened up a bit and we’d begun hanging out more in person, but the pattern had already been set. The digital world was our domain, and we spent most of our time together there, battling dragons of all different shapes, sorts, and sizes. 

We started with Disney’s Toontown Online, quickly progressed to Pirates of the Caribbean and then to City of Heroes, and when NCSoft stupidly shut down CoH, moved on to Secret World: Legends and World of Warcraft. Lately, however, we’d been going the nostalgia route, playing Toontown Rewritten (a fan-made server created after Disney shut down the original) while our phones were almost completely dedicated to Pokémon Go.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/online-undead-23976252

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Jeff stared at his rescuer. He looked dead many times over, and yet the gunshot, a bullet dead center in the middle of his chest, hadn’t even fazed him. He wondered not for the first time what he’d gotten himself into, shook his head, stumbled against the abandoned Prius, feeling nauseated.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 35