The end of the year approached us, today was the 11th of November, my birthday and despite it all I’m glad I met Casper. 

We came back from the bar, drunkenly stumbling onto the pavement as Casper slowly drew the door open.

It was completely pitch black inside, Casper flicked the light switch on. “Oh.” He mumbled, bending over and picking something up. 

“What's that…?” I peered over his shoulder.

“Ah… A letter…” He said looking down at it as he squinted his eyes before handing it over to me, “It’s yours…”

He walked off as I continued to stare at it. 

It had no sender…

I shrugged. I'll leave it for tomorrow, so I set it aside on the coffee table as we both slumped down onto the couch.

“When are you going to bed?” He asked, “What’s the time anyways…?” 

I shrugged as I pulled out my phone. “23:35 P.M.” 

“Ah Christ…” He said “It’s fucking late…” 

“We should head to bed…” He said, patting me on the shoulder. 

“I'm hungry.” I told him. 

“Mate we're fucking dead.” He said “We don't get hungry.”

“But I like eating.” I said without hesitation. 

He smacked me on the shoulder. “You fat fucking twat.” He joked. 

“I don't care, I'm getting something to eat-” I tried sitting up as he stopped me.

“Anything for the birthday boy, want me to whip something up for you?” He asked. 

“Yeah sure.” I said. “Go ahead.”

“Alright,” He said as he got up in place of me. “What’d you like?”

“Christ… I'll take just about anything… Really…" I said, “Anything sweet.”

“Course, course.” He said as he headed to the kitchen. After a few seconds he came back with a slice of cake.  

He set it down onto the table in front of me. 

“What's better for the birthday boy than cake?” He said, handing it to me.  

“Thanks.” I said as he smiled, sitting back down beside me.

“Eat up, why don’t you?” He said, and thus I did.

We headed off to bed not too long later, and I dozed off almost immediately and when the morning came again I woke up with the sun trickling through my bedroom window as I got up, stumbling downstairs groggily.

I seated myself on the couch again, when I saw the letter from last night again. 

Picking it up, I opened it, pulling out the letter and unfolding it… 

It was rather long…

The words were written in neat, clean cursive, rather impressive. 

It was a list of names…

Skimming down the listen I passed Casper's name, before stopping at my own, the last person listed. 

And that was it. A list of names and nothing more.

I continued to stare at it, I chucked it onto the coffee table. Leaning back into the couch, as a sinking feeling settled in my stomach.