The disclaimer telling you that I don't own any Ghosts characters is down a well. What was going on with the other ghosts during Holes Are Bad?
The Bad Girl Ghost Club
"FLOWER'S IN THE WELL!" Pete shouted as all the ghosts ran out of the house. "FLOWER'S IN THE WELL!"
Well, almost all the ghosts.
"HELLO?" Stephanie shouted. "So what, you're just going to leave me here?"
"Yeah, they kind of do their own thing don't they?" Nancy shrugged. "Well, more house for us! We can do whatever we want!"
"Like what?" Stephanie rolled her eyes.
"I'm gonna stick my head in the fridge and smell some cheese," Nancy grinned. "I think they even have fancy meat in there."
"Yay," Stephanie groaned.
"What?" Nancy asked. "You have something better to do?"
"No," Stephanie groaned as she followed Nancy into the hallway. "God that sucks."
"Not as much as dying of cholera," Nancy told her.
"I constantly have back pain due to this stupid wound!" Stephanie complained.
To this Nancy coughed and hacked loudly. "You win," Stephanie winced.
Carol walked through a wall into the hallway. "What's all the yelling about?"
"Turns out Flower was in the well all along," Nancy explained. "It was Ralph that got sucked off."
"Who?" Carol asked.
"My boyfriend," Stephanie grumbled. "Well, I thought he was my boyfriend until he got sucked off."
"That's happened to me a few times," Carol admitted. "You give them what they want and boom! They're gone! Ungrateful!"
"Hang on," Stephanie asked. "Who are you? I've never seen you before."
"Oh yeah. Stephanie this is Carol," Nancy introduced. "Pete's wife. You know? The one who was cheating on Pete when he was alive with his best friend and married his best friend."
"Really?" Carol snapped. "You had to say that?"
"Just keeping it real," Nancy shrugged. "Carol died by choking on a donut hole on Halloween at a party here."
"Seriously?" Stephanine remarked. "How lame is that?"
"And how'd you die?" Carol snapped.
Stephanie showed her back. "Chainsaw killer."
"You win," Carol blinked. "Wait I remember hearing about you! Aren't you one of those teenagers that got murdered by the Hudson Valley Hacker?"
"That's right," Stephanie groaned. "My boyfriend had the brilliant idea to make out at a haunted house right before prom. Complete with a serial killer. Yeah. I died of a horror movie cliché."
"Still beats dying of cholera," Nancy remarked. "Or choking on a donut hole."
"How come I haven't seen you before?" Carol asked.
"I was sleeping in the attic," Stephanie explained.
"Teen ghosts usually are only awake one day a year," Nancy explained.
"It sucks," Stephanie grumbled.
"I don't know," Carol remarked. "Sounds like a good way to pass the time to me. At least you don't have to deal with some self-righteous people I could mention."
"Tell me about it," Stephanie scoffed.
"Let's go smell some cheese and then go upstairs and lie down on Sam and Jay's bed!" Nancy grinned.
"I got nothing better to do," Stephanie admitted.
"Why not?" Carol groaned.
A short sniff and a few minutes later in Sam and Jay's room…
"This is the afterlife," Nancy let out a sigh as she lay on top of Sam and Jay's bed.
"This is a nice room I admit," Carol remarked. She and Stephanie were sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm not crazy about the color but…"
"Let me see if I get this straight," Stephanie asked Carol. "You get Pete back within a week of dying and then you immediately cheated on him with Thorfinn? I gotta admit. I'm impressed. For an old lady you got game."
"Thanks, I think," Carol let out a breath. "Anyway, I'm kind of on the outs with the group."
"Yeah, you should have known Thor would have blabbed," Stephanie nodded. "Those guys can't keep a secret."
"What part of having an affair did that big oaf not get?" Carol asked. "Core concept?"
"Knowing the big guy," Nancy paused. "Probably."
"I make one little mistake and all of the sudden I'm on the outs," Carol grumbled. "I've only been dead a month! How was I supposed to know cheating was such a big thing?"
"You mean pretty much like when you were alive?" Nancy asked as she sat up.
"Yes, but at least Jerry knew not to blab," Carol grumbled. "None of them will say two words to me. Except to go away."
"They think they own the freaking mansion just because some of them used to," Nancy nodded.
"Those losers think they're so great and so important," Stephanie grumbled. "Sometimes it feels like I never left high school."
"It does feel like high school," Carol realized. "Only this time it's Pete who's part of the popular crowd. That is just wrong on so many levels."
"I know right?" Stephanie asked. "What really gets me is that Hetty is with Trevor. And I like him so much but he won't give me a chance. He keeps saying, No Stephanie I'm not interested. Or Stephanie we can't hook up it's illegal. How is it illegal? One, we're dead! Cops aren't going to care! Two, we are literally the same age! I just have a younger body! That's all!"
"That's interesting," Carol perked up.
"And the real kicker is that Trevor is with Hetty who is like way older than he is," Stephanie went on. "She's like almost two hundred. So gross! He won't date me, but he'll date that old stuck-up witch."
"Trevor isn't with Hetty anymore," Nancy said. "They broke up. Twice! Okay the first time it wasn't for real but still…"
"Wait, what?" Stephanie asked.
"See Trevor and Hetty pretended to have a fight and break up," Nancy explained. "So they could sneak around and have hot and heavy sex. But then Hetty tried to get with Thor because she thought she could get sucked off and Trevor found out…"
"Seriously?" Stephanie was stunned.
"Yeah, he broke up with her," Nancy nodded. "For real."
"Serves him right the jerk," Stephanie grumbled. "God, I miss everything in the attic!"
"Try spending hundreds of years in a basement sometime," Nancy told her. "I am so glad I agreed to be Pete's fake girlfriend. The first time. I had no idea what I was missing! This is great!"
"Speaking of which what else has been going on?" Stephanie asked. "Besides you know? Flower stuff?"
"Oh, a lot," Nancy said. "Isaac and Nigel got engaged and they had lap dances. And a really awesome engagement party with lots of food and balloons!"
"Yay them," Stephanie rolled her eyes.
"We had a few guests," Nancy added. "The cops came by to try and solve Trevor's death but all they got was a free lunch. The birdfeeder was full of birds."
"I've been watching them," Carol admitted. "It's something to do. Well, you know? Other than guys."
"Oh, they found out who murdered Alberta," Nancy added. "It turned out Hetty knew it was her son Thomas all along."
"What?" Stephanie did a double take.
"Hang on," Carol blinked. "What?"
Nancy explained. "Okay Alberta was going with this bootlegger guy named Earl, who by the way dated Alberta's sister after Alberta died. That's why they thought at first that her sister killed her with this poisoned bottle of moonshine. It turns out that the poison in the bottle was originally put in by this gangster called Al…Something. Capat. Cappy…Cornpone…"
"Al Capone?" Carol did a double take. "Are you talking about the gangster Al Capone?"
"Yeah, that's the guy," Nancy nodded. "He was going to kill himself because Alberta rejected him. But Alberta's sister stopped him and took the bottle from him. Then she gave the bottle to Thomas Woodstone, Hetty's son so he could dispose of the poison. But he had his own ideas. See Thomas was secretly having a hot and heavy fling with Earl. But Earl tossed him over for Alberta. So, Thomas put the poisoned bottle outside of Alberta's door…"
"And Alberta just drank it?" Carol gasped. "Without knowing who it came from? How stupid is that?"
"Said the woman who choked to death on a donut hole," Stephanie gave her a look. "Man, I didn't know this kind of dirt was going on in this boring dump."
"Are you kidding?" Nancy scoffed. "This whole place is a passion pit. You should have been here when Elias was alive. That guy could party!"
"So how did Alberta find out it was Thomas?" Carol asked.
"Hetty admitted it," Nancy told her. "And Alberta wasn't happy when she found out."
"I can imagine," Carol already had an inkling of Alberta's temper.
"Yeah, they were really going at it for a whole week," Nancy told them with relish. "Alberta wouldn't be in the same room with Hetty or talk to her! It got so bad they had to pull a ghost council."
"Woah," Stephanie remarked. "That is bad."
"What's a ghost council?" Carol asked.
"It's when a group of ghosts get together and decide what to do when two or more ghosts have a fight," Nancy said. "But it's only used in extreme situations. Like the time down in the Cholera Pit Stuart and Creepy Dirk were fighting over which was more dangerous. A cow or a chicken. To be fair both had their points."
"Cow or a…" Carol did a double take. "Never mind. So what happened?"
"They almost banished Hetty to the woods for a whole year," Nancy said.
"They can do that?" Carol was stunned. "Just kick them out of the house?"
"Apparently," Nancy shrugged. "Anyway, Alberta agreed to let the whole thing go as long as Hetty took Flower as her roommate. Then of course we all thought Flower got sucked off when it was really Ralph."
"Don't remind me," Stephanie groaned. "Why can't I meet a decent guy in this dump? One that won't get sucked off!"
"Yeah, the dating pool isn't exactly huge in this location," Nancy nodded. "Truth be told I only pretended to date Pete because I was bored. Both times. It was better than just standing around the basement arguing about the water heater!"
Carol sighed. "I really blew it with Pete."
Stephanie looked at her. "Did you want him back? I'm seriously asking."
"Eh," Carol shrugged. "He was here."
"I mean those knees alone…" Stephanie remarked.
"Oh, those knees are so limber," Carol smirked. "And so is Pete."
"Interesting," Nancy raised an eyebrow. "Really? Pete? Our Pete?"
"I'm telling you," Carol admitted. "Pete may be a stick in the mud but in the bedroom he's a completely different person. Like a tiger. Rarrr!"
"Oh gross," Stephanie winced.
"I gotta say something Carol," Nancy told her. "Pete's my pal and what you did to him wasn't cool. He's a good guy and deserves better than that. That being said, if I had a chance to get with Thor I'd throw almost the entire Cholera Pit into an even deeper pit. Just saying I can see both sides."
"Weird," Stephanie rolled her eyes. "God this sucks! I'm only awake like one day a year and nobody cares! Where are Sam and the dork anyway?"
"They're on vacation," Nancy said. "Again, we have the house to ourselves! I'm not complaining! Tonight, I'm going to sneak into one of the spare bedrooms and sleep in it! HA! HA! HA! HA!"
"You're a wild woman Nancy," Carol remarked sarcastically.
"Uh do you see any other ghosts from the Cholera Pit up here?" Nancy asked. "Yeah. I'm considered a bit of a rebel. Like you two."
"Rebel?" Stephanie was a little flattered. "You think I'm a rebel?"
"Yeah, you do what you want when you want," Nancy told her. "Except Trevor."
"Honestly I'd want to do almost anything than hang around with two old ladies," Stephanie grumbled.
"Hey! I'm not old!" Nancy protested. She started counting on her fingers. "I'm…Wait I died in…And it's been over…Wait what year is this?"
"2024," Carol told her.
"2024? That has a two in the front instead of a 1 right?" Nancy asked.
"Yes," Carol and Stephanie said as one, clearly annoyed.
"Okay so if it's 2024 now and I died in…" Nancy blinked. "Okay. I'm old. Didn't know."
Stephanie groaned. "Is it possible for ghosts to lose brain cells if they don't have any? This sucks, big time!"
Carol gave Stephanie a look. "This isn't exactly my idea of a thrilling afternoon either! I should be drinking margaritas at South of the Baja with my book club. Not stuck with Cholera Girl and one of Freddy Kruger's victims!"
"Hey! I was the coolest girl in high school," Stephanie gave Carol a look.
"So was I!" Carol shot back.
"Yikes," Stephanie winced.
"Yeah, if you lived that would have been your future," Nancy snickered as she pointed at Carol. "I never went to school. Not just because I was a girl. It was mostly because my family was poor. I went to work in a tavern when I was 13."
"Seriously?" Stephanie gasped. "But you were underage."
"Yeah, but I wasn't underdeveloped if you get my drift," Nancy grinned. "Got some great tips. Made more money than my brothers for a while. And one of them was in the taking poop off the street business. Until he got run over by a wagon. But that's another story. Granted it is an interesting one. I wonder if he's a road ghost or something? That would be something."
Carol said sarcastically. "Fascinating."
Nancy went on. "That's a new twist when I tell that story. I have a brother who's possibly a road ghost. I've only told it twenty something times. Which is really low if you think about it. I mean we've heard about Creepy Dirk and the chicken at least at thousand times. Again, it's a great story. But still…"
"You guys in the basement don't get out much, do you?" Stephanie asked.
"Not really," Nancy admitted. "Most of them never set foot up here. Except for me. But I've always had a very outgoing personality. A real social butterfly. Everybody else would rather stay in the basement and talk about the water heater. And wonder what it would be like if a water heater repairman died in the basement. Then we'd really have something to talk about! A girl can dream."
Carol sighed. "This is what my life is now. Great."
"Welcome to my Hell," Stephanie grumbled as she stood up. "I'm going back to bed. Even sleeping is better than this."
"I could go for that," Nancy said as she lounged back onto the bed. "Ooh! I can smell Jay's aftershave. Nice."
"These are my options?" Carol asked. "Just wander around or sleep?"
Nancy thought for a moment. "Wanna make out for a bit and see where it goes?"
Carol paused. "Yeah okay…"