“Theodore! Damn it, get in here!” Miles spews at his younger brother who is fighting to open the fridge.

“But Miles, I am STARVING! And I can’t feel my hands to open anything… Like… They have soda. I have heard about soda but I WANT to smell it, or perhaps taste it. You think it’ll taste okay?” As Miles stares at Theodore like he is a mixture of a lost puppy and a dumbass man. No wonder he is a ghost, knowing him, he probably got himself killed.

“Theo, oh…. you idiot!” Miles whacks Theo in the head at the same time.

“MUST we go through this each time they come home from shopping. You CANNOT eat their food as you CANNOT touch it. If I weren’t in charge of you… I’d leave you in purgatory as you are as dumb as the fart that leaves my ass… Wait, no… You’re dumber.”

Theo and Miles don’t realize humans can see what they are doing. They think they are unseen and can run amuck amongst the house. Unfortunately, Miles died in such a harsh way, his spirit’s energy seems to have a strong timbre by walking. The humans think they are slowly losing their mind. Cameras everywhere and he is not sure why, but there are buckets of flour randomly placed like it is the holiest of water. As if that will catch Miles. Theodore… He is not only new to ghostly politics and adventure, he is simply dumb. If he were an animal, he’d be a celery stick.”

One day, Miles sat on the couch with his hot English Breakfast Tea on the couch near the Dad. They were both catching up on the news. How the world has shit its best out and killed them early. Bach? Dead. Hendrix? Dead. That guy from Wham! won’t leave Miles alone. I get why None of them care to haunt, but why is it on Miles and the hemorrhoid of a ghost he’s with.

“Theo, it’s time! Tonight, we destroy the minds of those living here… Once I finish my tea.”

Little do Miles and Theo know they are very much noticable and nowhere near invisible. Both have the clothes they died in on. The smell they carry is sulfur and piss. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. As Miles sits by the father, the father freezes as he sees the couch indentation get deeper and the smell rises to his nose.

“Oh no… The dog shit on Miles again.”