“It is October,” I state, “so it is acceptable to be sappy to the ghosts haunting one’s home.”
“She is always sappy,” one of the ghosts announces behind me. “Like, all the time,” another one pipes up.
“Shh!!” I crescently howl through clenched teeth! “They will hear! My reputation!!”
“She gives us treats and reads us stories,” a third ghost betrays.