Stretch (Jimmy-boy) was floating in front of the oval mirror, vaguely staring into the glass. He had no reflection, of course. Yet he couldn't look awayWhat was wrong with him? He must be going loopy. But things kept popping into his mind unbidden, and that was spooky. He rubbed his thumb subconsciously across the three scratches on his wrist.

When you gonna learn you gotta do right?

Do right by who? The voice, the dream. It made him so…angry. This stupid mansion, that stupid bulb-headed-goody-two-shoes Casper, those stupid lame-brains Stinky and Fatso. And those dumb bone-bag fleshies, the Harveys. Especially that doctor. It all pissed him off and he was sick of it. Every day the same old same old. How long would he have to put up with this crap? How long before something happened?

Jimbo…Jimmy…

As the voice spoke in his head, Stretch saw two red eyes staring back at him in the mirror. After a while of glaring back into them, his mind an abyss of angry thoughts, he started. He suddenly realized the two eyes that were reflected back at him in the mirror was his own reflection. He recoiled with a yelp. The reflection smiled and vanished.

"What the hell is this?! Who are you people?! WHADDAYA WANT FROM ME?!"Violently, he snatched the lamp from the table and threw it into the silver glass. The oval mirror shattered and crashed to the ground. He grabbed the fire poker from the hearth and began bashing the mirror into splintered pieces.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Leave me alone! My name is STRETCH, not Jimbo, not Jimmy-boy, not Jimmy anything, you hear me! I'm a ghost, and I ain't scared of nothin!" He screamed at the shards of wood and glass on the ground. He stopped when a figure in the doorway caught his eye. He turned, panting (what am I panting for? I ain't got any lungs!)

A wide-eyed Dr. Harvey was staring at him, blinking. "Uhhh…Stretch? I-Is there something bothering you at all?"