If there was one thing a ghost didn’t want to be , it was an introvert. Because the afterlife and eternity would be so boring if you were an introvert. And wow , would you look at that. For plot reasons you were an antisocial ghost , so you remained by your lonesome. In fact , some of the ghosts , and even Sam , didn’t know you even existed.

You were roaming around when you heard sounds of enjoyment and positivity. You stuck your head around the corner and saw Sam sitting with a computer , the only one in the room living. Which was ironic the living room. You knew the ghost she was with well enough to know he was a stock invester - he was helping her make a fuck ton of money right now. Over 100,000 apparently. And you knew the French guy quite well too , Isaac. He was cheering because apparently the money was his. But what would a ghost that’s been dead for a century DO with money?

“ I still got it , baby-! “

Trevor grinned , then he noticed you from the corner of her peripheral. Confused for a moment , but he recognized you to the slightest degree. You couldn’t even be embarrassed about getting caught because he was stuck in eternity with no pants on so he didn’t have room to judge you for weird habits. Like stalking. Hey , stocking and stalking sound alike. I’m such a comedian.