You had asked ghost to let you ride on his motorcycle, and he surprisingly agreed.

You sat behind him. He glanced back at you. "Hold on." he voice was gruff. You shook your head, telling him you were fine. He shrugged his shoulders, rolling his eyes and grasping the handlebars. "Don't blame me if you fall off." He grasps the handlebars and revs the engine. The motorcycle was fast.