You had never believed ghosts to be real. And least of all ever expected to run into one. Yet here he was, scowling as you approached him. He wanted to get it over with quickly so he could move on into the after life. All Scaramouche had to do, was find someone to complete his one final wish. Yet he himself didn’t know what the wish was. You shone your flashlight at him, scrunching your brows. Was this a prank? He seemed real enough.

“Who are you and where am I?” He demanded, his voice cold.