"Musics in the SUV," said Chad, hoping to lift Jackie's spirits. He liked that girl, but no more than any other 18 year old male liked attractive tail. "I'll be back in a beat." 

Ducking back outside, Chad noticed that the sun had completely receded. The dark sky was dotted with a few stars, but the moon was obscured, and finding his way back without his torch was a no go. Or was it? He wondered how far he'd make it if he just sprinted blind. Sounded like fun to him, and so off he went. He didn't make thirty paces before his boots caught something on the concrete, and he tumbled over in a laugh-riddled roll. Getting back up, he flicked his flash light back on to see what'd taken him down. 

"That's fucked up," were the first words to escape his mouth. He was looking upon a badly burnt doll, with a tattered and soiled dress, and a smouldered face. He leant forwards and picked it up to study it. The first thing that sent alarm bells off in his little brain was the thick smell of putrid meat. He held it closer, and sniffed, and then recoiled. "Fuck me," he choked. 

Discarding the doll, he shrugged it off as a previous gathering's strange antics. Probably full of bacon or something, who knew what got into the minds of booze fuelled kids. He shone the light across the to the parked cars, for a slight second thinking they wouldn't be there - but he didn't know why - though, there they were. Not wanting to be outside by himself for too much longer, having found a burnt doll that smelled of rotten meat, I mean that was a horror cliche right there, he sprinted. Getting to the SUV, he fumbled for the keys and unlocked it. 

[i]"Hello, Mr. Bingham."[/i]

Chad spun on the spot, his eyes wide in terror. Nothing. He shone the light all over the place, scanning the trees. "Who the fucks out there? That ain't funny man." 

Normally the prankster, Chad realised he was being had, and ignored what he had heard. There was no telling what dicks had invited themselves to his little shindig, and if they thought they were getting a raise out of him, they had another thing coming. Cracking open the boot, he grabbed a large battery operated pair of speaker docks - and whilst he was at it, he stuffed a bottle of red into his jeans. There was plenty of other stuff in there too, namely food, but he couldn't carry everything and nor was he all that hungry. If someone wanted a snack, they could come out here themselves and play ghosts with whatever fuckwod was out there. [i]Probably Steve, that prick.[/i]. 

The way back the hospital was harder than it was on the way out. His lungs, though trained and tested on the track, were straining with effort, and his feet felt heavier than usual. What was this? Was he [i]scared?[/i]. 

"Naw, I aint scared," he reassured himself; his light caught a glimpse of the discarded doll but he looked away quickly. 

Reaching the lobby, Chad put down the speaker dock and the bottle of wine, and heaved the dank air into his lungs as he recovered from his sprint. After a few seconds, he looked up at his friends. 

"There's some guy playing ghost out there by the cars, don't know who, but thought I'd let you guys know in case the prick tried to give you a heart attack," he panted. "Anyway, here's the music. Go crazy."