It was Howard. He stood in the middle of the hallway, finger pointed at vaccant space in the air. Or, if you were Spencer, exactly where Billy was. Howard's pupils were small and shaky. Randy looked where he was pointing and cocked his head.
"Erm, what?"
"I-It's a GHOST!"
Randy rolled his eyes and slung the backpack over his shoulder.
"I don't see anything."
"No, man. Seriously! IT'S A GHOST!"
Spencer began to slowly scoot away as the two argued. Grabbing Billy by the wrist, he snuck off. Howard only stared at him and pointed.
"No, Randy. SERIOUSLY. It was a g-ghost!"
"Oh yeah? What did it look like?"
Randy asked, his voice unsure and skeptical.
"I-It had like, weird hair, a shirt, a jacket-"
"Yeah. That really sums it up for me. At least I know it's not a naked ghost!"
"Really! I mean, he kinda looked like that guy you have a shrine of in your closet"
Randy's face turned red and he hushed Howard. As much as he hated to admit it, he was right. He did have a 'Collection' that some might interpret as a shrine. But, should that information ever be leaked, his reputation would shoot down to below that teacher's pet, Bucky!
"SHHHHH! Dude, what did I tell you about talking about that out loud?"
"Sorry, but it really was him!"
"No way, man. Didn't he die a few years ago?"
"Yeah. Hence the word GHOST?"
"Oh yeah. Well, how come you can see him and I can't?"
Howard shrugged his shoulders and pulled something out of his pocket. After a while of watching him munch on whatever it was, Randy spoke up.
"What's that?"
"A carrot."
"Where did you...get that?"
"I found it on the table. It was covered in some sort of goop."
"AW! That is just gross, man!"
"Don't worry! I wiped that stuff off."
Howard tugged at the bottom of his shirt, which was stained with a glowing blue goo. Randy shivered again, afraid to ask what it was. But it's vivid color and glow was far too distracting for him to forget. There was something about it that intrigued him.
"Would you mind if I saw that for a moment?"
"My shirt?"
"No! Why would I-I mean the goop."
Howard shrugged, and grabbed a tissue. He scrubbed as much as he could off his shirt, and handed the tissue to Randy. The stain was still there, but it was hardly noticable. Randy sniffed the tissue and gagged.
"Aw, gross man! It smells like stank and peanut butter!"
"That wasn't me."
Howard said, defensively. Randy put the tissue in a plastic bag, and clutched his backpack.
"So, you're saying that you can see the DEAD ghost of Billy Joe Cobra, the famous rock star?"
"Yep. Pretty much."
Randy thought it over for a while. It sounded a bit far fetched, but that could possibly explain the floating backpack thing. Randy reached inside the backpack, gripping the ninja mask. This had to be the work of the Sorcerer. After all, ghosts? Such a thing could never exist without some sort of evil magic. And how had Spencer known about it too? As Randy thought, his grasp on the mask loosened. He would need more proof that he was connected to the Sorcerer, if he even existed at all. Perhaps he would have to pay Spencer a visit later...