"Well. Hello there. Allow me to introduce myself, I am The Ghost Writer. A ghost who lives in the ghost zone who has a magic keyboard that with a push of a button allows me control all of the reality of anyone the beam that shoots from it after pushing the button that gets hit by it. I know that sounds ridiculous doesn't it? Or perhaps interesting? Or maybe frightening? Anyways, you see I've had the keyboard for years now, even longer than how long I've been dead. I have this habit of dragging people into my writing to teach them lessons of some sort. It's been that way for a long long time. Because of this power the…home I ended up appearing in after death is quite far into the depths of the Ghost Zone." I sigh softly smiling a little.
"Because they know what I can do. You don't even have to be human for my abilities to work on you and your life. My methods of teaching others lessons depends on what sort of thing the target did and how horrible it is." I pause giving a small smirk. "Light things like destruction of my property and being a grump during Christmas don't get too bad, people get angry at the target whether it be random citizens or friends or family. Anything truly harmful get it horribly, their lives are torn apart until they're begging me for it to stop. For me to release my grip on their reality. I rarely give into their pleas easily, half or so of the time they have to give their lives to me for it to stop. It's quite…fun to mess with peoples lives. Especially when they start getting desperate and begging constantly. The worse things get for them the more amusement I get from their suffering. I get visitors more often than you'd think. I never question how anyone gets here, I just let it happen and watch them as they're here to see if they do anything worthy of a lesson. It usually ends up happening." I chuckle lowly the smirk growing in size.
"People who had done something minor occasionally do things far far worse than what they did here to be dragged into the story, and when that happens I up their punishment and all that fun stuff. I've seen some horrific stuff before, and I will stand by my stance of those people that did those things were completely deserving of what came to them. In short. I am practically the last ghost in this massive realm you'd want to mess with. If you do so you'll regret it the second it starts."
A pause "Even if your crime was small you'll regret it. If it ends up going into a much larger size of a crime, you'll regret more as I tear apart your life and destroy everything you love and care for, everything you've worked for; you'll end up becoming a miserable wreck unless you change your ways early. So if you're going to visit my little library home, you should be as careful as possible. Take a seat would you." I pull a chair close by to offer you to sit on. "I'll tell you about some of the worst people to cross me. I should warn you though first before I start, if you're squeamish to gore or can't take anything horror based, then leave. If you can then stay. You might enjoy these stories. Who knows?"