*Warning: This story contains possibly disturbing content including but not limited to slavery and racism. Reader discretion is advised.*

This story takes place prior to season 1 episode 9 "Scratch the surface"

"Scratch, do you know why you have been summoned before the ghost council?" Sir Alister queried.

"Ah, because you want to thank me for what a good job I've been doing lately. Frankly, it's a long time overdue. I mean, other ghosts are fine but I have been literally scaring the pants off people lately."

"Hardly! If you have been doing so well, then why is the misery meter in Brighton decreasing? What do you have to say to that?"

"Hey, it must be a glitch or something. That place is SUPER scary. Look, they put up their winter decorations and I even managed to change their banner that said 'Happy Holidays' to 'Crappy Holidays.' Yeah, I know it's not technically frightening but it isn't joy inducing either."

"Childish pranks and misery meter aside, we do believe that you have been doing a reasonably good job." Grimbella admitted, "Based on the reduced misery numbers from around the globe, we are starting to think that perhaps the humans are just getting better at avoiding misery."

"I mean, they have invented this thing called 'taco Tuesday' and that is pretty hard to beat." Scratch joked, pulling a taco from a nonexistent pocket and munching on it.

"I'm sure it's amazing." Lucretia said sarcastically, "We have developed a solution this issue. You see, we have devised a way to make some of the humans help us create misery for our use."

"Oh, letting the inmates run the asylum eh? I guess that could work."

"That's why we are sending you and many other overworked ghosts on an all expense paid trip to a ghost resort for a month."

"All expense paid vacation? I don't know what you're planning, but it sounds good to me. Room service is included in that right?"

"Yes. And when you return to your post afterwards I think you'll find that the world will be much more miserable."