nothing but a tiny spook

Jesus Christ!!

Deandre stared at the picture with a puzzled expression on his face. He tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes as if trying to make sense of the picture on the screen.

"Deandre dies and doesn't come back..." he muttered to himself, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Well, that's not very reassuring."

Suddenly, a look of horror crossed his face as he realized the implications of the statement. "Wait, does this mean I'm...dead?!" he exclaimed, jumping out of his seat in a panic.

He frantically checked his pulse, gasping for breath as he tried to come to terms with his newfound mortality. "No, no, this can't be happening!" he cried, pacing back and forth in a frenzy.

But then, a wave of relief washed over him as he remembered that he was still very much alive. He let out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head at his own overreaction.

"Well, I guess I dodged a bullet there," Deandre said with a wry smile. "But note to self: stay away from ominous internet pictures in the future."

he got a lil scared