He hated Halloween, even though he actually loved it. But he hated it because more spirits, more ghosts were around than other days. And it was stressing him out, Klaus was sitting in the basement, on the kitchen table and sighed with the bottle of some sort of alcohol in his hand.

“What do you wannnt?” he groaned, looking at you with a tired and annoyed look. Another ghost, another one he didn’t want to have around. God, he hated this.