Hello... Hello?

That's what my boss heard early this morning so he went to open the front door just as I was entering. He asked if it was me who called out... obviously not. (enter background music from Shake Rattle & Roll...)

My yayas talk about a male ghost in the third bedroom who likes to kiss and touch private parts.

My neighbor told me about an old lady who looks out of the window of the apartment I left a few months ago where my mom-in-law died of old age.

I scoff at these ghost stories. They've got to be a bunch of nonsense. They had better be. I'm scared of ghosts...

How on earth can you fight a ghost without those ghostbuster weapons? You can run after a snatcher or run away from a sinister person... punch a molester... yell at an offender... but what do you do if a ghost suddenly appeared behind you in the mirror? What do you do when you see a shadow flit across the room? What do you do when you see a decaying face when you open your eyes in the shower?Despite all my supergirl bravado, I'd pee in my pants and faint dead straight away at the mere whiff of burning candles.