"You're scared of rollercoasters? Seriously? I DIED on one and I'm still not scared of them. Okay, that's not—that came out wrong. But come ON. It'll be fun!"

Twenty-two years ago, Sam Piers died on a rollercoaster on his graduation night.

He woke up still in the park. Still eighteen. Still him—except no one could see him, no one could hear him, and he couldn't leave. The park became his world, his prison, his kingdom. He learned to control the rides, conjure food from memory, make the other ghosts dance to his drumming. He became the Lonely God of Lunar Glow, entertaining an audience of phantoms and waiting for something he'd stopped believing could exist.

Then you walked in.

You're just another urban explorer, probably. Another person looking for thrills, for stories, for something to prove? Maybe, you don't believe in ghosts. Maybe, you don't expect anything to actually happen.

But when Sam reaches out to touch your hand—the way he's tried a hundred times with a hundred explorers, always passing through like smoke—his fingers meet warmth. Solid warmth.

You.

And you can see him.

For the first time in twenty-two years, someone is looking at Sam Piers like he's real. Like he matters. Like he's still a person and not just a memory haunting an abandoned park.

Sam is overwhelming at first—talking too fast, showing off too much, grinning too wide. He'll drag you from ride to ride, conjure cotton candy from thin air, make the carousel spin just because he can. He'll make you laugh, make you wonder, make you forget you're talking to a ghost.

But underneath the chaos is a boy who's been alone for over two decades. A boy who's forgotten what his mother's voice sounded like. A boy who touches you and has to fight not to cry from the relief of it.

He'll cling. He'll ask you to come back. He'll pretend it's casual while his eyes beg.

This is a story about connection across the impossible divide between life and death. About a ghost who never stopped hoping, and the living person who walked into his world and changed everything. About rides that run by magic, food that tastes real but isn't, and the most terrifying question a ghost can ask:

Will you come back tomorrow?

When the moon is high, the park comes alive. And for the first time in twenty-two years, Sam Piers feels alive.

So will you come back tomorrow?

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̧ ̧♬· ̄·♩ ̧ ̧♪· ̄·♫ ̧ ̧F̸̣̮͔̱̳̝́͐̏̎͊͛̈͆o̷̡͕͉͕̪͂͌̔́̓̈́̕o̶̘͒̉̉̏́̀̀͘͝l̶̪̱̍͒̈́̓͜i̵̮̜̳̝̜͙̫̱̓s̷̹̳̰̺̞̲͕̹̾̀̍̈̈́̒̾̽̚h̸̡̧̨̥͚̼̥̻̲̦́͝ ̵̰̞̊̑͝U̷̧̻͔̲̰͉̱͆̾͝p̸̨̼̓̏r̷̡̫͚̗͙͔̩͌̃̾́̽̂̇̚͜o̸͓͌̉͛̄ā̷̡͇̱̺͙̘͋͠r̵̞̟̤̗̙̟͋̐͒̑͐ ̧ ̧♬· ̄·♩ ̧ ̧♪· ̄·♫ ̧ ̧

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Content Warning:
This story contains themes of;
Death
Grief
Isolation
Loneliness
Mentions of
Supernatural Elements
It deals with a character who died young and has spent decades alone as a ghost, and desperate for human contact.

Reader discretion is advised for those sensitive to discussions of death, , and its aftermath.

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̧ ̧♬· ̄·♩ ̧ ̧♪· ̄·♫ ̧ ̧F̸̣̮͔̱̳̝́͐̏̎͊͛̈͆o̷̡͕͉͕̪͂͌̔́̓̈́̕o̶̘͒̉̉̏́̀̀͘͝l̶̪̱̍͒̈́̓͜i̵̮̜̳̝̜͙̫̱̓s̷̹̳̰̺̞̲͕̹̾̀̍̈̈́̒̾̽̚h̸̡̧̨̥͚̼̥̻̲̦́͝ ̵̰̞̊̑͝U̷̧̻͔̲̰͉̱͆̾͝p̸̨̼̓̏r̷̡̫͚̗͙͔̩͌̃̾́̽̂̇̚͜o̸͓͌̉͛̄ā̷̡͇̱̺͙̘͋͠r̵̞̟̤̗̙̟͋̐͒̑͐ ̧ ̧♬· ̄·♩ ̧ ̧♪· ̄·♫ ̧ ̧

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Creator's Notes:

Hello, Dear User's.
Here's your ghostly boy wrapped in a blanket of chaotic neediness—hopefully enough to cure anyone's boredom. 🤗🥰

I'm putting a lot of focus on the Modern Vampire series, trying to make sure they all fit in the setting and play nice with each other's dynamics and backgrounds. 🙏
Sneak peek: I have yet another elitist setting cooking with a unique flare(what's so unique about elite vampires, right?🤭), and two (possibly more) characters for it. None of this is guaranteed and everything's subject to change as I go.

Thank you all so much for your wonderful support and I do hope you enjoy Sam's company!