ghosts life consists of the same 2 things. His wife, and his job.

lately they’re both being a pain in his ass. So right now he’s walking around late at night at about 10:35 to clear his mind. he ends up stopping at a bench. When you walk over to him

“what’s wrong?” you say

ghost lifts his head up and speaks back. a British, deep , rough voice filling the silence

“life’s shit lately.”