It was a town full of fear and hopelessness. No one knew how to live peacefully. Everyone was on the brink of insanity.
This was going on for 30 years now. And as you know, it wasn't an ordinary town. It was a ghost town. This means that no one lived here, yet there were people living their lives and doing ordinary things.
No, no, they weren't zombies. They were ghosts. Simple ghosts. They wore old western clothing and some wore Stetsons.
The mayor of the town, Colonel Victor, sat with his secretaries to try to talk about what to do about their town.
This meeting happened every week. No luck.
"Alright, we need to calm our citizens." Jack said in a Texas drawl. "We can't have this town in ruins."
"Sir, we've tried everything. Nothing seems to calm to people." One secretary said.
Victor rubbed his beard and tugged on his moustache. They needed a plan. But what?
"Have we tried the soothing music over the town?"
"We did, sir." Victor snapped his fingers.
"What about…"
"And that too, sir."
"Ugh…" Victor groaned. He took off his Stetson and scratched his head. The secretaries never saw the mayor like this.
He was usually cheerful and happy. But since the reign of insanity suddenly came over the town, he hasn't been himself or anyone to be clear.
This all started when one person came down with it after being gone for a day. Then two people were gone for a day, then three and all of them came back the exact same way, insane and afraid.
"We need to stop this." The mayor said as he tried to calm himself down.
"Well, it seems that we're not affected as much as the citizens."
"I think it works if you disappear, not just suddenly." A woman, Dr. Shultz, said. She had been examining this epidemic for a while.
It was the worst week of her life. More and more people coming back with a fear of others. It never stopped. She didn't even have enough data to conclude how to get rid of this.
All that anyone knew was that they left and came back completely mad.
Suddenly, a barrel was thrown into the window. The window broke into shard while the barrel rolled inside.
The ghosts in the conference looked out the broken window and saw the people in chaos. They were running around and beating each other up. There were guns firing. It was a good thing everyone was a ghost or they would really feel that.
"I can't take it!" Victor said in an insane manner. "I need a plan…." He rubbed his head. "….and an aspirin…"
"Don't worry… we'll find a way."
"How? What we do is pointless. It's not like our savior is going to materialize in front of us…"
Right then, Aaron and the gang materialized in front of them.
"Here we are. A ghost town… an old western town. How do you like this as a birthday gift Hutch?"
"It's great! It…. Oh my God. Look." Hutch pointed and the gang saw the ghosts.
"Hello… you called for us?" Aaron smiled. The ghost looked at each other then back at the gang in astonishment.
