Ethan and Lillian scrambled backward in blind terror, their backs slamming hard into the heavy machine behind them with a sharp thud.
"You... how the hell are you still alive?"
The rest of the crowd scrambled back just as frantically, putting as much space as they could between themselves and my younger brother.
"Is this some sort of sick ghost joke?"
"Dead people don't just walk back out of the afterlife!"
"Wait, didn't the compressor mess up the body? We all saw it. There's nothing left but bones, you can't even tell who it is."
"Call the cops right now! This is freaking terrifying."
My brother pulled up the security footage on his phone, then jabbed a shaking finger at Ethan Foster and roared, "Sis! Edmark Foster stole my yacht!"
The footage was crystal clear: Ethan Foster's you
