So it was my sixteenth birthday, and I was home from school. Lisa, of course, was there. It was a lovely day, we spent the bulk of it under the weeping willow. At some point, we curled up together under the tree to take a nap. Something woke me up, and I found myself staring in the face of a skeleton. Lisa was gone.

I woke up screaming. My roommate, who is an asshole, yelled at me. I'm going to see a psychologist today.