"The thing with hauntings," Gary began, flicking the switch on his trusty flashlight, "is you really want the ghost to take up a hobby." It was rational and logical like a bizarre drama unfolding in front of an audience that never asked to be there.
"I mean, have you ever tried to scare someone while simultaneously worrying about your ectoplasm not mixing well with the dust?" Brenda's voice rose, echoing through what could only be described as 'historically top-rated room for ghost encounters’.
Catching sight of the flickering bulbs, Gary just had to quip, "Are we haunting or hosting a disco? Someone's ghost must be grooving." Laughter erupted, or perhaps it was the wind mocking their spectral dilemma.
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