Frank felt a cold chill in his bedroom, then he heard an eerie voice.
'Frank, what happened out there?' Bob asked.
'Ah! Bob! You're supposed to be dead! Gang shot you dead, I saw!' Frank exclaimed at seeing the ghost of his friend.
'I know. I go looking for you, GPS tracker I put on your car said you at warehouse, I go there, and I get shot dead! Want to explain?!' Bob demanded.
'You weren't meant to be there, I swear! I was getting bootleg liquor for great price, it was good gig!'
'I was our friend, and you cared more about you liquor then me! You bad friend!' Bob exclaimed.
'Ah! Please no do this to me! What must I do to make right?' Frank pleaded.
'Quit your liquor gang for good, or have them taken down. Or I haunt you forever!'
When he woke up, Frank vowed to never get anymore bootleg liquor.
Eventually, the gang he was getting it from was arrested, and Bob quit haunting his dreams.