The three ghosts glided out of the movie theater, grumbling. It had been a slow night, and they’d finally decided to pass the time by watching a film. They’d been disappointed. It had been a horror movie about ghosts, ghouls, goblins and girls, and none of them – not even the girls – had been represented accurately.
“There are two common mistakes,” the oldest-looking ghost said. “Either ghosts are made to look opaque, or else they retain the wounds and symptoms that they possessed when alive.”
“Don’t start lecturing,” warned the ghost-woman, raising a finger threateningly.
“Yeah, please don’t, dude,” the third ghost said. He picked his nose with his pinkie, digging vigorously in the cavity with his mouth slightly open and a vague expression on his face.
“Gross!” the ghost-woman said, turning away and rolling her eyes.
“You, my young friend,” the first ghost said evenly, “are truly a shameful specimen of the afterlife. We have higher standards than humans, you know.”
“But what’s the point of being invisible if you can’t do the stuff you’re not supposed to do when you’re alive?” the young ghost whined.
The woman and the older man exchanged glances and mouthed a word that looked suspiciously like “newbie.”
“Come,” the elder-ghost beckoned to the two others after glancing at a digital clock displayed over the door of a store selling watches. “It’s late enough to get to work now.”
“I’m so not in the mood,” complained the woman-ghost. “But you gotta do what you gotta do. Or whatever.”
And so, with well-practiced moves, the three ghosts ducked into the supermarket and began to haunt it.