Are you like me? Do you have trouble getting to sleep? And you wake up and find that your bed is floating two feet off the ground. Then you think, "Oh no... I told that ghost I would solve it's murder..."
You can relate, ja?
Don't you hate it when a friend asks you to do an unreasonable favour? Like when a ghost asks you to solve its murder and you find out is was a Jesuit priest from the 1500s and all of the clues are in these archaic religious texts? Then you have it out with the ghost because, well, you're not going to learn Latin. And the ghost threatens to haunt your fridge and make baby faces appear on your produce when you go to eat so that you lose your appetite. Then you cry. Then the ghost cries. And that's the worse because you have to clean up ghost tears, that cold powder that gets everywhere. You know?
