Rules for Being Human
Most ghosts were once human. The rules of humanity can still be applied.
5: End
Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive then there are lessons to be learned.
Vlad was still alive (technically).
Vlad was still learning lessons.
…It wasn't all that great, honestly.
After the accident, he began noticing…ghostlike things going on. He would suddenly turn invisible, or begin sinking through solid objects, or start to float up toward the ceiling. It wasn't until a few months afterward when he first transformed into his ghost half and realized the possibilities.
He experimented with what he could do, and mastered all his powers over the next twenty years. For the last seven years he hadn't gotten any new powers, but he figured that could change at any moment.
If he was granted new powers, he needed to be ready.
He took everything in stride, kept up his practices, continued scheming to climb higher and higher in power. Perhaps the one lesson he never really learned was that you can't always get what you want; still no Packers, still no Maddie, and now, no Danny.
That was a lesson he'd need to learn. (He'd figured out that power was nice, but it wasn't the obsession his ghost half possessed; no, his obsession was to have someone by his side who loved him and accepted him. At this point he'd settle for any human being, but Maddie, Danny, and Jazz were still his top three choices. Jack…ah, well, some things are much harder to forgive than others. But he needed to learn to forgive. Another lesson for him to accomplish.)
He'd keep learning until the day he fully died, he realized.
Or, maybe, if he couldn't die…he'd just have to keep learning, period.
He never stopped writing.
He never stopped coming up with new lessons to teach.
People never stopped learning these lessons.
Some small part of Ghostwriter took joy in the chaos his writings would sometimes cause, but it was a small fragment and he was trying to ignore it as much as possible. He didn't want that side to grow.
He'd learned a long time ago that chaos was never the answer.
It was one of the many lessons he tried to instill upon the ghosts and humans who crossed his path. His lessons ranged from miniscule (always listen) to monumental (choose kindness over hatred). Sometimes when he wrote he realized he was writing about a lesson he himself had yet to learn.
Whenever that happened, he always smiled, showing off his sharpened teeth to the world. He enjoyed learning. It meant he was still (sort of) human.