"Keep the camera steady! We need this shot to be super clear for this to work!" Spencer directed.
This was Spencer Wright. He was 14 years old and had possibly one of the strangest friends possible. A 27 year old deceased pop-star, by the name of Billy Joe Cobra. But they both preferred to call him just by his first name. It was easier and just all together took less time to say.
The ghost drove about 40 feet in the air and held the camera steady as possible on the green yard. Sure it didn't look like much now, but with some CGI, this would be the best graveyard scene ever.
Spencer watched Billy's camera work, he had been doing it for so long, and he had actually gotten quite good at it. The only thing that made it difficult was his short attention span. Which he would tend to bail without warning in the middle of a shot to do who knows what? He would always return ready to do it again but with no talk of where he had just disappeared to, even when asked.
Spencer didn't complain though, where else was he going to find a camera man who could fly? More than likely nowhere.
Billy looked over the area a little longer before call it a quits. Spencer agreed that it looked like a pretty good shot and called him back down.
Billy nodded and started back down to earth. He was so used to getting these kinds of shots that being so high in the air was normal to him now. Sure he had been fully capable of it before, he just never had a reason to do it as often as he did now.
Today seemed like it was going to be just another boring Saturday, no crazy weird conflicts to keep the two boys from having a lazy Saturday right?
No of course not.
As Billy handed Spencer the camera back, he felt something pinch him? What? No. how was that even possible? Though none the less, he couldn't help but revolt his body completely and having both hands fly to the spot where he was pinched. it felt like some sort of bug bit him. But that wasn't possible, bugs can't bite ghosts. Spencer caught the camera just as it slipped out of Billy's hands. "Whoa dude calm down, what's up with you?" He asked the Specter, who was now frantically itching at the entire left side of his torso. "Dude!" Spencer yelled at him, holding both of his hands back after not getting a response.
Billy finally looked at Spencer after getting his hand privileges taken away. "I don't know brosif. I think I got bit by something."
"Don't be ridiculous dude; ghosts can't get bit by anything."
Spencer kept a grip on Billy's hands and lifted his shirt up just enough to see his skin. On his pale blue skin sat a tiny mosquito like creature. It had a proboscis, two sets of incredibly ripped wings and what looked like a stinger at the end of its thin body. Its antenna perked as it was revealed to the sunlight and it removed its proboscis from Billy's translucent skin and looked up at Spencer. It had honey comb eyes with pupils in the middle, and little teeth sticking out of its long and thin proboscis.
"What? What is it?" Billy asked, straining to get a look at it himself. Spencer picked the little ghostly insect up off of his friend and held it in his hand. "It looks like a ghost mosquito.
"Gross! Kill it!" Billy shrieked, nabbing his hands away from Spencer and glaring at the creature. "Its a ghost Billy! I can't kill it. Plus look how cool it is. I wonder why I can see it." Spencer said, watching it crawl around on his hand. Its transparent thorax had a small amount of ectoplasm in it, making it a little more visible. Spencer looked the creature over just as it buzzed back over to Billy, landing right on his head. He froze, giving Spencer the most departed look he could muster. Spencer laughed before cupping his hands around the little insect and gently taking it off. "We should probably find something to keep it in, seeing as it seems to like your ecto so much." He said, walking inside of the house with the ghost in one hand and camera in the other. Billy reluctantly followed Spencer back inside, though instead of staying with him, he dashed off to his room. No way he was going to help Spencer take care of that pest. Gross.

Spencer looked through the kitchen, before deciding Tupperware would probably work best. It was already a ghost, so there was no need for air holes. He grabbed the Tupperware and dropped the creature in it, putting the lid back on top.
He walked back up to his room and put the plastic box on his dresser before going to his computer to review the footage.
Billy sat in one of the big chairs in the room, watching some cheesy horror movie that was so bad it probably illegal to be in the genre.
Spencer glanced over to the specter. "Good work Billy." He praised. "This footage is almost flawless. You really are getting good at this." He added. Billy smiled. "They don't call me one take cobra for nothing." he said, looking over to Spencer. He was trying his best to ignore the pest in his room, but hey, it was in a box. it couldn't go anywhere as long is it stayed there right?
THAT NIGHT-

Spencer slept soundly in his bed, almost as soundly as his dead friend who was still occupying said chair. Of course he didn't need to sleep, but he didn't need to eat either, but he didn't plan on giving either of those up. When it came down to it, sleep and food were some of the best things this world had to offer him, even if he was clearly overstaying his welcome there.
Though the two boys slept, one particular creature was wide awake. It's honey comb eyes glistened in the moon light. the time was now, it could tell. And it knew.
It walked right through the walls of the Tupperware, buzzing over to the sleeping ghost. It landed on top of the chair, landing its stinger in the plush fabric. As soon as it felt its own flesh penetrate the cotton, it let go, releasing a little black spike in the chair and buzzing back off to its Tupperware prison. Clearly acting innocent was no challenge for it. The child saw no evil in it's eyes. This was simply an advantage.
The waiting game had begun.

Spencer woke to the sound of immense buzzing. He sat up, rather confused and looked around the room. The room was empty, not even Billy was in it anymore. He then glanced at his clock. "9:00?" that was odd. On a weekend Billy usually slept in till 12 and sometimes even later depending how late they had stayed up the night before. Though there was still a large amount of buzzing going on, but it didn't seem to be coming from his room.
He walked over to the bay window of his room just in time to see a few ghost mosquito fly by it. "That's weird." He said to himself, getting close enough to the window to actually see the ground outside. He didn't see much though, just a lot more ghost mosquito than he could count, swarming around something. He couldn't tell what it was, they were swarming it too vigilantly for him to even get a single glance at what it could possibly be.
"That can't be good." He said, getting dressed as quickly as possible before darting outside. He cautiously entered the swarm, which departed the second he got within a foot of it. What they were swarming at was apparent now, but he sure didn't like it. The being in which they were after, slowly got up and hovered over to Spencer. His previously blue skin tone and colorful clothing were now no more than a pale white. His face even had an overly worn out expression to it, as if he had been fighting those insects off to a failing battle. "Billy?!" Spencer questioned his friend, hoping this was another one of his lame jokes.
Billy simple glanced at Spencer as if to ask 'this is a trick question right?'
"Billy I'm so sorry. I didn't know they would swarm on you like that. Come on... You should probably just take it easy." He said, slinging the ghost over his shoulder and walking back inside. this wasn't a hard task, ghosts didn't tend to weight too much. In fact they had to be less than a gram to be able to levitate. As soon as Spencer got to his room, he almost dropped Billy in shock. The swarm of mosquito were all there, waiting on one of the chairs. They buzzed with delight as soon as their prey was in view.
Spencer panicked and slammed the door shut, backing down the hallway. Though of course they were GHOST mosquito, which meant they had no problem flying right through the door and swarming the defeated specter again.