Jack slowly opened his violet eyes and blinked. He felt numb and head was blurry as he slowly stood up, but he didn't really stand up. It was more like floating up. He looked around and his eyes grew wide in horror at the sight of the car on its side and bodies of his two brothers still inside. "Sam! Greg!" He shouted with fear then to his surprise two ghosts or spirits or whatever they were, floated out of their bodies and made their way toward him, shaking and rubbing their heads.
"Man, that stung!" Sam cried in irritation. He then stopped in his tracks as his eyes were shadowed with concern. "Whoa, Jack. Ya okay there? Ya look… Pale."
"Ya should look at yerself!" He retorted. He looked at his other brother. "You too!"
They all began to look at each other with wide eyes, then to their own dead bodies.
"Huh," Jack said as he just stared at his tall and thin, lifeless body laying on the ground on his stomach with a gash on the head. "We're dead."
His head perked up in cold realization as they all slowly turned to face each other, then shouted each other's faces. "We're dead!"
"I can't believe it!" Greg shouted with panic as he began to look at his see-through hands with wide eyes.
"We're actually dead!" Sam cried as he quickly began to glance around as if to look for something, then rammed to a tree, but went right through, so he just kept going back and forth through the tree as if to see if it was true.
"Hey!" Jack shouted at them, trying to calm them down.
They were still too freaked out.
"Hey!" He yelled, louder, making them freeze and looked at him with large eyes. "Yeah! We're dead! That means we're ghosts and ya know what that means?"
"No food?" Greg asked with worry.
The leader turned to his brother with a smirk. "I bet we can still eat and ya don't have ta worry 'bout losin' weight."
"You calling me fat?" He questioned, defensively.
Jack chuckled with a smirk. "What are ya gonna do about it, Fatso?"
Greg shrugged. "Nothin'." He never liked getting in arguments with his eldest brother because the eldest always won.
"So what are we gonna do now?" Sam asked as he slowly drifted towards them with calming eyes.
Jack looked at him. "We're ghosts. And what do ghosts do?" He looked at his two brothers, waiting for an obvious answer.
"Haunt?" Greg asked.
"And?" The eldest brother asked slowly.
"Scare people?" Sam asked with uncertainty.
"Bingo!" Jack cried, throwing his hands in the air, then swooped to his brothers and wrapped an arm around their necks with a scheming grin. "Let's go test this dead stuff out." He then bolted in the air and headed for town. "C'mon, boys! We've got scarin' to do!"
The two brothers looked at each other, shrugged, then followed.
"What about our bodies?" Sam asked in uncertainty as he caught up to the leader.
"Someone's bound ta find 'em."
"What 'bout Jacob?"
Jack never thought of that.
Jacob was the youngest of the four brothers and now he was the only one left.
The leder sighed. "I'm sure he's gonna be fine. He's got his wife and kid after all."
"Yeah, but, now they won't have any of us," Greg pointed out.
Jack abruptly stopped in his tracks and looked at him with bafflement. "Don't tell me ya feel sorry for the kid. It's not like he'll miss us anyway. I mean, what good did he do us and we did him?"
"He always annoyed me," Sam muttered as he crossed his arms, turning his eyes away.
"Ya think he wasn't to us?" The eldest asked, looking that his youngest brother with surprise. They were never fond of their nephew, but one thing was for certain, that kid was still family and they were willing to protect that kid. Mostly Jack since he was the eldest. He then shrugged it off. "Never again we'll have to deal with 'em. Now let's move!" He continued the way to town without anther word being traded.
The trio went around town and just randomly went scaring people like popping out of walls, screaming in their faces and scaring the wits out of them, sending teenagers and adults running down the dark streets with terror. The three ghosts laughed as they were in a dark alley where no one was around to see them, getting a kick out of their new hobby.
"This is too much fun!" Jack laughed, loving his afterlife.
"I never knew being dead would be so much fun!" Greg agreed with a grin.
A devious sneer grew on the leader's face as an idea came to his head. "Ya know somethin', boys? I think we should make this scarin' thing our job."
They both looked at him with wonder with curious light-brown eyes.
"I mean we should have our own name and everythin'."
"Like a trio?" Sam asked.
"Yeah! Like that!" Jack cried out with an excited smile, then wrapped his arms around his brothers' necks, still grinning. "I'm thinkin'… The Ghostly Trio."
A scheming sneer grew on each of their faces, then the Ghostly Trio took off into the night, cackling, ready for more scares.