The ghost was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Ghost peanut butter and jelly sandwich not a very good combination. Mind you, if it had been an ACTUAL ghost, it would go right through them. They obviously wouldn't be able to actually eat it. No, this particular ghost wasn't a real ghost. If she was, the story would go like this:
"Ok, nevermind that. Anyways, this she-ghost was walking down a very crowdy and un-ghosty street, so you might think that ghosts don't walk down a very un-ghosty street. 1) That would be creepy for them to do such a scary thing! 2) Ghosts don't walk. They float. Well, obviously, she was a real ghost, I mean, obviously. (I think I mentioned this before...) And just then, she saw in the window of the Ghosty-ghost shop, a GHOST PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH! Things like that could only make her even more ghosty-ish and she was ghostily happy to find a ghosty-shop on an un-ghosty street. Anyways, now she was chewing on a ghost PB&J. It tasted simply spiffy, just Transparent! What she didn't realize was that it WAS transparent and that she was in fact just chewing her fingers. Oh no!"
But no, the story doesn't go like that. Boo for you. The story goes quite very differently.
As a matter of fact, it was a fairly tall girl dressed up in a beautiful long gown with black frills and white fabric, but tears and scratches in the fabric everywhere. As for her face, she had creatively put on black eyeliner and mascara. To give a somewhat appearance of a ghost, her face was powdered snow white.
-Author is interrupted by idiotic lzr who keeps on saying mean things about the author-
Why the hell was she looking like this? I mean, who actually walks down the street dressed like THAT? God, the freak.
OMFG! -kills the person that just said that.- I haven't even told you anything about the actual STORY, DUMBASS! God, you really need to be more patient! Well, let's get back to earth.
Point is, it was OH-SO-OBVIOUSLY Halloween. You know, where people go running around screaming "TRICK OR TREAT! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat! If you don't, I don't care, I'll pull down my underwear!". Yeah, it was that time of year! Doesn't everyone LOVE doing that? If you don't, you officially suck. Period. I mean, it's that time of year when you get free sugar and candy and sweets and goodness and joy and you probably chug down 5,000 calories in 3 hours! What's not to like about that? Like, seriously.
Author's note: Yay, the introductory of my story is complete XD I'm going to try and get the next part uploaded soon, and I promise that it's going to be longer and funnier than this. (No duh it is.)