Christian glanced at Paul as he laughed. The rain pelted down outside, flicking hailstones at the window. Thunder rumbled, making all of them jump. They laughed it off. Ben picked up a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders before picking up a torch. He shone it onto his face, making his complexion look deathly white.
"I see dead people." He whispered hoarsely, producing a new wave of laughter from the other three. All around them people danced to the music blaring from the loudspeakers. Mark was eyeing up a group of girls. One of the girls glared at him.
"Awww, come off it Mark. Those girls just love you!" Paul said. Christian laughed.
"You're so mean, Paul!"
He stood up and walked over to the radio to change the music. Suddenly the lights flickered then died. The stereo made a whirring sound before plummeting into silence. The room was noiseless. Then the lights came back on. The music started playing again but the noise was scary, like a walkman with dying batteries. Apart from that there was still no noise.
"Ah, guys, where is everyone?" He said loudly, looking around the now empty room. He turned. "Guys?"
They weren't there. No one was. The radio spluttered then cut off. All that could be heard was the rain falling against the window. A shadow made him jump. A lightning silhouetted a figure and Christian backed up and squinted his eyes, trying to see. Finally the figure showed itself to be Ben. Christian looked relieved.
"Oh, man. Am I so glad to see you! It was SO freaky..."
He paused as he noticed Ben watching on in silence to something behind him. Christian slowly turned around. Mark was there, holding a gun straight at him, with Paul watching on silently beside him. Christian laughed nervously.
"Ha ha, you guys. Funny joke. Now could we get on with the party?"
Mark released the safety catch and Paul smiled slightly. He pulled the trigger and shot. Christian flew out of the way, the bullet skimming the side of his face and leaving a fresh trail of blood. He looked up as Ben slumped to the floor in a pool of blood. He turned his head, blood smearing his face, to look at Paul and Mark. Mark was now at his side, the gun pointing down at him. He shot again and the sound rang through Christian's head as he closed his eyes...no pain came. Christian opened his eyes slowly. He was now standing, though he was quite sure that he hadn't pulled himself up. The blood trickled freely down his cheek. Ben was standing by the window, staring at the buildings. It was daylight and a beautiful sunny day. Christian looked around at the empty room. He had thought he was dreaming about the party and everything but that didn't explain the blood on his face. He asked Ben, "Where's the other two?"
Ben chucked him a newspaper and Christian read it in disbelief.
"Two pop stars imprisoned for murder case after killing a member of their band. They were convicted after killing Ben, the lead singer in their trio..."
Christian dropped the newspaper.
"Trio? What about me?"
"Non existent."
Christian felt a chill go down his spine at these words. Then he focused on the main point.
"But it said you're dead..."
Ben spun around and Christian could see his face was sunken and gaunt. He looked bitterly lifeless. He was holding a hand to his heart. He took away his hand and fresh blood coursed down his grey clothing, the only colour apart from grey on him.
"I see dead people..."

Christian sat up with a gasp. Mark and Paul gathered around him worriedly.
"Are you alright, man?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, when you got shocked by that stereo, I thought you were a gonner!"
Christian's hand flew up to his face. It was smooth and unscathed, no blood or anything. He heaved a sigh.
"It was just a dream. Nothing but." Christian looked at the two as they helped him up. "Where's Ben?"
"God, man, that shock must have muddled up your brains a bit." Paul said. "Ben's dead, remember? He was shot last year..."
Christian was jolted but he merely shook his head. Mark turned away and walked down the hall with a smirk on his face. He slid the half-concealed gun deeper into his pocket.