The disclaimer telling you that I don't own any Ghosts characters is wandering around. Just some madness from my mind about some of the adventures Pete might have had around the different areas around Woodstone.

Ghosts In The Neighborhood

"Oh boy oh boy," Pete grinned as he walked out of road leading to Woodstone Mansion and onto a backwoods road. "I'm doing something I've dreamed of doing for years! Walking around the neighborhood!"

"Not the most exciting dream I admit. But it's still a dream I'm fulfilling so it counts!"

"Okay so the Farnsbys are that way. Don't really want to go there. I'll go this way!" He walked down the street. "I wonder if there are any ghosts this way?"

Ten minutes later Pete encountered a large blue and white house with a lovely garden. "Oh, this is nice! Don't remember seeing this house before. What a lovely garden! Might as well introduce myself to the neighbors! Hello! Hello!"

Pete walked around the house. "Anybody here? Hello? Any ghosts around? Oh, this place is really decorated nicely!"

"Wow, if I wasn't dead I'd actually feel guilty about trespassing. Actually, I do feel guilty a little."

He walked into the house through the door. It was a lovely tasteful decorated home. "I don't care what your friends are doing!" A woman shouted. "You are not going to just lie around all day playing video games."

"I'm not lying around playing video games," A male voice was heard. "It's the Call of Rogue Warriors Three Semi-Finals! Me and the guys are in the playoffs!"

"I don't care if you're in the freaking Olympics," The woman snapped. "You aren't wasting this day!"

"Now I really feel guilty about trespassing," Pete winced as he walked into the living room. "Sorry. I know you can't hear or see me but…"

He saw a married couple arguing. "Jeff you're thirty-five years old and you're still playing video games?" His wife groaned.

"It helps me unwind from a forty-hour work week at the office," Jeff protested. "What? You'd rather I go out and get drunk?"

"I'd rather you not stick to the couch," His wife said. "Again."

"That was an accident," Jeff protested. "I used too much butter and caramel on my popcorn. Besides you're one to talk, Trish. You do that cos-play thing!"

"It's not cos-play," Trish defended. "It's a historical reenactment of different time periods for my Women's Empowerment Through History group."

"Trish once a month you get dressed up as a flapper and you get drunk," Jeff rolled her eyes.

"We reenact Prohibition and the beginning of women's right to vote!" Trish protested.

"More like you reenact scenes from The Real Housewives," Jeff groaned.

"Okay so one woman flipped over a table?" Trish told him. "That only happened once!"

"At least when I get drunk I do it at home," Jeff protested.

"Oh really?" Trish asked as she folded her arms. "How soon we forget the last office party you had?"

"That was not my fault!" Jeff protested. "Barney spiked the punch bowl! Again!"

"Hello? Any ghosts around here?" Pete called out. "You're missing a fight! Hello?"

"He always spikes the punch bowl," Trish told him. "He's been spiking the punch bowl for the past five years!"

"Well, I tend to forget," Jeff admitted. "Just like you forgot what happened at the last fundraising books sale for the library."

"I told you I wasn't feeling well," Trish glared at him.

"Because you drank two bottles of wine without eating anything," Jeff said. "You vomited all over the biography section."

"Those things never sell anyway," Trish admitted.

Pete looked around. "I really thought there'd be some other ghosts to talk to. Hello?"

"Hello! You can't criticize my drinking without considering your own!" Jeff snapped.

"What? You want me to stop?" Trish asked.

"Let's not go that far," Jeff rolled his eyes.

"And I'm leaving now," Pete remarked as he walked back through the front door. "Not that interesting a fight anyway. Now that I think about it, it does remind me a bit of my marriage with Carol. Only not as loud."

Pete left the house. "Huh. No ghosts here. That's strange. Oh well it's still a lovely house. Well onto the next one!"

He went a bit further down the street and realized he was in a more suburban area. "I don't remember this many homes in this area. I thought there were only like two or three of them. They must have really built up the place after I died."

"It's literally a whole new neighborhood. Wait until I tell the gang about that!"

He stood at the driveway of the next house on the block. "Okay house Number Two! Hello! Hello? Anyone there?" He walked up. "Hello?"

He walked into the house. "Anyone home? Hello? Hello?"

"WOOF!"

Pete turned around and saw a very large German Shepherd growling at him. "Right dogs can sense ghosts," Pete remembered. "Nice dog. Nice doggy. Just me. Harmless Ol' Pete…"

"WOOF! WOOF!" The dog charged at Pete.

"AAAAHHH!" Pete shouted as he ran from the dog. "BAD DOG! BAD DOG!"

"WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!" The dog chased Pete around the room, knocking over some items on tables and making a mess.

"AAAAAAHHHH!" Pete ran through the door.

The dog trapped on the other side barked loudly. "Bad dog!" Pete shouted. "BAD! BAD DOG!"

"So, no ghosts there either," Pete remarked as he went to the next house. "Just as well. I guess nobody died on those properties. House Number 3."

He walked over to a nice white and blue house. With a lovely flower garden in the front. "What a nice place! Oh hello! Hello?"

A dark haired, heavyset woman in her 30's who wore a stylish blue outfit straight out of the 1950's turned around. She had a bullet hole in her chest with a red stain. "Oh! Hello!"

"Hi!" Pete waved as he walked over to her. "Pete Martino! I died in 85 and I'm a ghost."

"Kind of figured that out when I saw the arrow and you said hello to me," The woman said. "Ruth Gladstone. 1957. I used to live in a house across the street. My bitch neighbor shot me and buried me in the garden that used to be right here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Pete said.

"Eh," Ruth shrugged. "They found me and dug me up like a week later and arrested her. I heard she got the gas chamber. But I'm still here. Hang on, if you died in 85…? Wait, are you that Pine Scout guy that got killed by…"

"By a little girl yeah," Pete winced. "Accident. My fault. Probably shouldn't have handed out the arrows without giving out the safety instructions first. You heard about that?"

"Oh, honey it was the talk of the town for almost two years," Ruth said. "Right up until that serial killer started running around. You know? With the cheating wife and…Oh I'm so sorry!"

"So am I," Pete said. "Sorry she died on the property forty years later! Now I have to put up with her and her British boy toy."

"Oh, I'm so sorry…" Ruth said. "Hang on. You died in 85 but on another property and…? How are you here?"

"Well, it turns out my ghost power is that I can leave the property where I died!" Pete said cheerfully. "And I can roam all around all I want. For only a few days. Then I start to disappear into oblivion unless I return home. That's not pleasant."

"Still better than my power," Ruth said. "When livings walk through me, they smell flowers."

"Better than Issac's power," Pete said. "When livings walk through him it smells like the world's worst sewer fart! Oh, Isaac Higgintoot is one of the ghosts at Woodstone Mansion."

"Woodstone! Oh yes, I know that name," Ruth realized. "There were a few Woodstones among my set back when I was a living. And that name has come up a few times. Including recently. What with your wife dying on Halloween and the uh…"

"Dead body in the lake?" Pete guessed. "That's Trevor. He was a broker that took one pill too many. So his friends decided to dump his body in the lake instead of getting him help."

"Oh, how horrid," Ruth tutted.

"I know. Trevor's a great guy. A bit of a party animal but still…" Pete paused. "There's lots of ghosts at Woodstone. But I thought I'd see who else was around the neighborhood. I checked the two houses up the street…"

"No, there were never any ghosts on those properties," Ruth told him. "Or if there were they got sucked off before my time. Only thing next door is Champ. Big loud German Shepherd who barks at me all the time."

"I've met him," Pete winced. "Not a fan of Champ."

Ruth added. "There are some lovely ghosts next door on the other side that I talk to almost every day. I'm only ghost here. On this particular property. But it's nice. I have a nice older couple that just moved in about two years ago. They have some nice kids and grandkids that visit. They're out with their grandkids for the day. They'll be back later. I just thought I'd enjoy the garden for a bit."

"Well, that's nice," Pete grinned.

"I tell you it wasn't always a picnic here," Ruth explained. "For almost ten years after I died, I was the only one in this house! You know? Murder and dead body in the garden? That's a bit of a stigma. Hard to sell. But then the Smiths moved in and everything was fine. For about seven years. Then Mr. Smith got arrested for embezzlement and Mrs. Smith ran off with her dentist."

"That's shocking!"

"I know," Ruth nodded. "She slept with her dentist but still had the worst overbite I ever saw!"

"Dentists," Pete remarked. "I certainly know the drill with that crowd. Get it?"

"Oh cute!" Ruth giggled. "Anyway, there have been a few families on and off over the years. None of them stayed longer than a decade. Mostly moved away due to business opportunities. There was one divorce but sadly it was very amicable. This couple never fought over anything. Except who would wear their outfits better. Turns out he was gay but she took it rather well. She ended up marrying this guy from work her ex introduced her to so it all worked out."

"That's nice," Pete looked across the street. "Is that your old house across the street there?"

"Not really," Ruth told him. "That's where my house used to be. Until my grandson blew it up. He forgot the rule about no smoking if you run a meth lab in your basement. Honestly, I think the new house is much nicer. To be honest the old one was literally falling to pieces."

"Oh, any ghosts there?"

"Just my grandson," Ruth said. "The idiot is stoned out of his mind all the time. I don't even think he remembers who he is half the time let alone who I am. Occasionally he stumbles outside and we shout at each other. Not because we're fighting but because of distance."

"Well at least you have family close by," Pete said. "Sad that he died. Poor kid."

Ruth gave him a look. "He was 53. And a degenerate. No wife. No children. No job. No big loss. His sister was the go-getter of the family. Last I heard she moved out west with her family to get into real estate. Wouldn't surprise me if she made it."

Ruth then paused. "Did you say that other ghost's name was Higgintoot? Isaac Higgintoot?"

"Yes."

"I've heard that name before," Ruth realized. "Yes, I've definitely heard that name! Oh! Of course! You must come with me next door! Well to the property line for me. Come on!" She went off and Pete followed her.

A very large well-kept Victorian home was next door. "Wow, that's a nice house!" Pete gasped.

"It's the Kensington House," Ruth explained. "It was built in the 1800's by a wealthy Victorian family. Bankers. Very respectable. And so are the ghosts here. Nice people. Oh. They're outside! Good! Hello! Hello! Captain Hastings! Tom! Arnie! Rose! Over here!"

"Oh, hello Ruth," A British officer from the 1700's spoke up as the ghosts walked over and stopped at the boundary. "Lovely day, isn't it? Who's this then?"

"You have got to see this!" Ruth said. "Pete show them!"

"Oh right," Pete casually crossed over to one side of the boundary and back. "Ta da!"

"My goodness!" A spry older woman with long white hair in a braid wearing a long nightdress, a robe and slippers gasped. "How did you do that?"

"It's my ghost power," Pete said. "I can cross ghost boundaries and leave the property where I died!"

"Let me introduce you," Ruth said. "Pete Martino, 85. This is Captain John Hastings 1779 of the British army. Had a heart attack during a march."

"Hello," The British officer smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Pete shook his hand.

"Tom Butterfield from the American Continental army," Ruth introduced, "Also 1799."

"I wandered away from my camp and got lost," Tom explained. "Then I ate some berries I shouldn't have. I escaped getting dysentery only to get poisoned."

"Dysentery? That's what Isaac died from!" Pete gasped. "Captain Isaac Higgintoot. He's another ghost at Woodstone."

"Higgintoot? That idiot is still around?" Tom groaned. "Figures."

"You knew him?" Pete asked.

"He was my commanding officer," Tom explained. "That moron not only lost us Fort Ticonderoga; he got us lost for two weeks in the woods."

"This from the idiot who got lost in the woods and died overnight," Captain Hastings rolled his eyes.

Tom went on. "Half of our unit got dysentery because of his ridiculous no hand washing rule. Thanks to my contrary nature I survived and never got dysentery. Because I didn't listen to Higgintoot-His-Own-Horn!"

Captain Hastings looked at him. "Didn't he also tell you not to eat the wild berries because they might be poisonous?"

"Okay that proves a broken clock is right twice a day," Tom grumbled. "So, Snooty Toot is at Woodstone huh? Good! He's over there and I'm over here!"

"Get this Tom," Ruth said. "Apparently Isaac's power is that when people walk through him, they smell sewer farts."

"It really stinks," Pete admitted.

"That's hilarious!" Tom cackled. "He stunk in life and now in death….HA!"

"Makes me feel better about my power," Captain Hastings admitted. "All I can do is drop the temperature in a room a few degrees."

"That's still a very handy power on very hot days," Pete said.

"I've got a halfway decent power," Tom said. "I can make my shadow appear for a few seconds. Watch!"

Tom focused. Suddenly his shadow appeared on the ground. Tom and his shadow did a wave then it disappeared. "That's amazing!" Pete gasped.

"It's okay," Tom grinned. "Not as good as Rose's power though."

"Rose Kensington," Ruth introduced the elderly woman. "Of the Kensington family. 1899."

"I died of old age," Rose explained. "While resting in my favorite chair. I'm just happy to be here."

"The Kensingtons were a very wealthy prestigious family," Tom explained. "Still rich."

"Rose can actually move things!" Captain Hastings said. "In a limited way of course but still…"

"We have a ghost that can do that!" Pete gasped. "Trevor can to that! That's his power!"

"That's the one they dredged out of the lake about a year ago," Ruth explained.

"Oh my," Rose said. "That's amazing! I didn't know any other ghost could have a power like mine!"

"And this is Arnie Patakiari," Tom introduced a mocha skinned young man with long black hair wearing hippie clothes. "69. Overdosed on drugs. Died right in the middle of the rose bushes."

"Did you wander away from a music concert?" Pete asked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Arnie asked.

"We have a ghost that also was from the same music concert," Pete admitted. "Flower. She was really high when she tried to hug a bear. Not a good idea."

"Neither was mixing yellow and blue pills to make green," Captain Hasting pointed at Arnie.

"Still a great trip," Arnie smiled. "The landing was a bummer though."

"Oh Arnie!" Rose spoke up. "You need to show Pete your power!"

"This is cool," Arnie grinned. He went to a nearby bush that had some flowers on it. He focused and one of the half-closed flowers bloomed. "I have a limited ability over plants. I once made an ivy grow over twenty feet! It took me about three years to do it but still…"

"That's very interesting," Pete remarked. "Wow all your powers are interesting."

"Don't have to be polite," Captain Hastings sighed. "Mine is terrible."

"Better than Isaac's," Tom grinned.

"All right maybe it's not that terrible," Captain Hastings sighed. "Just out of curiosity are there any British ghosts over at Woodstone?"

"Yes," Pete nodded. "Lt. Nigel Chessum. You know him?"

"He was under my command," Captain Hastings explained. "Good man. A bit strange. I always suspected he had a thing for Private Jenkins though. Honestly, I was a bit more preoccupied with the Yankees shooting at us than any falderal among the troops."

"Jenkins is there too," Pete said. "They had an affair a couple of times."

"Called it," Captain Hastings remarked.

"He was going to marry Isaac but that didn't work out," Pete explained. "Isaac backed out and then he got kidnapped by Patience, a Puritan woman he accidentally left in the dirt and that became a thing. Long story."

"Hmm…" Captain Hastings nodded. "Well, if you see Chessum give him my regards."

"Will do!" Pete grinned.

"Martino, I know that name…" Rose paused. "Aren't you…?"

"The Pine Scoutmaster who got shot by a little girl and whose wife was having an affair with his best friend behind his back," Pete finished the sentence. "And whose cheating widow recently died choking on a donut hole on the same property. Yes. That's me."

"Told you he became a ghost," Tom said to Captain Hastings. "You owe me twenty backrubs!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Rose tittered to Pete. "That you died. And that we talked about you behind your back for a long time."

"To be fair it was really good gossip," Tom remarked. "The livings couldn't stop talking about your death for almost two years. Right up until the time that serial killer started running around. And you know? Killing people."

"I know," Pete nodded. "One of his victims is still at Woodstone. Stephanie. She was a teenager killed on Prom Night. She and her boyfriend were making out in the driveway when…You know?"

"How cliched can you get?" Tom blinked.

"She's usually only awake one or two days a year," Pete said. "She sleeps in the attic."

"How many ghosts do you have at Woodstone?" Ruth asked.

"Not really sure," Pete admitted. "We never counted all the ghosts in the Cholera Pit. That is our basement."

"Cholera Pit?" Ruth asked.

"There's a lot about Woodstone I need to explain…" Pete told her.

Pete gave a quick rundown about Woodstone Mansion. "And that's basically what's going on at Woodstone," He explained.

"Good lord," Captain Hastings gasped. "I thought I heard everything by now. Clearly, I haven't!"

"You actually have a living that can see and hear you?" Arnie gasped. "And she's not on any drugs? Are you sure?"

"Very sure," Pete nodded. "Sam's great. And so is her husband, Jay. He can't see us but he makes such good meals every night."

"I remember the Woodstone family," Rose nodded. "And young Hetty and Elias. They were part of our set but…Not really our kind of people. Very ruthless. Cared more about money than anything else. Not surprised he ran off with some harlot."

"He didn't," Pete explained. "He was trapped in a vault. His ghost was stuck in there for over a hundred and thirty years. He caused so much trouble and said he refused to change his ways. So he ended up…Uh…" He pointed down. "Down there."

"That can still happen?" Tom gasped.

"Yeah," Pete nodded. "And he came back from Hell on a weekend pass. Tried to get out of Hell and steal my soul. Didn't work. He was not a very nice man! Went back down. I think I saw my Uncle Sal down there. Through the portal. There was a crowd waiting for him. Didn't look too happy."

"Oh my," Rose gasped.

"Shocking," Captain Hastings nodded.

"You have so many ghosts on your property," Ruth said. "You must never get bored."

"Well, there has been a lull or two over the past decade I admit," Pete remarked. "But since Sam and Jay moved in it's been really exciting! Are there any other ghosts you talk to?"

"Other than my idiot grandson there are no other ghosts on this street," Ruth said.

"Except for Millie my ghost cat," Rose spoke up.

"Not much of a conversationalist," Captain Hastings remarked. "But an excellent listener."

"Don't forget Frank," Arnie spoke up.

"Who's Frank?" Pete asked.

"He's a ghost owl," Arnie said. "He flies around the neighborhood. Occasionally he stops by and we talk."

"Correction, you talk," Captain Hastings sighed. "There is a ghost owl but only Arnie here has ever heard him speak. I wonder why?"

"Frank the Owl?" Pete asked.

"Arnie named him," Tom explained. "But other than us there aren't any ghosts around here."

"Some places have very few ghosts or no ghosts at all," Ruth explained. "Like this neighborhood."

"Well, this is a relatively new development," Tom shrugged. "Our house is the oldest on this block. Half of these homes are less than twenty years old. Not that much history. Not that many people died here."

"There were a few other ghosts on other properties but they got sucked off over the years," Captain Hastings admitted. "The five of us usually talk every day to tell each other all the news and things."

"Today is a big day for news," Tom nodded.

"Really? Why?" Arnie asked.

"You'll have to forgive Arnie," Captain Hastings grumbled. "Apparently his brain cells didn't cross over to the other side."

"Flower's a lot like that so…" Pete waved. "No big deal."

"Hang on," Ruth remembered. "There was a car ghost about fifteen years ago wasn't there?"

"One of my descendants bought this old car that had been in an accident," Rose explained. "A Lexus I believe. They fixed it up. A man named Roberth Harrison. Drunk driving. He wasn't the one driving drunk. The driver who ran into him was. Nice man."

"He was around here for about a year," Tom realized. "Told us all about his trips going up and down the East Coast. And about all the other ghosts he met in other places."

"What happened to him?" Pete asked.

"Don't know," Tom shrugged. "The guy who owned the Lexus had a falling out with his family and took off. Haven't seen or heard from either of them since."

"We've seen car ghosts at Woodstone," Pete told them. "And a poltergeist."

"I've heard about those kinds of ghosts," Ruth nodded. "From Robert. Those are ghosts that stick to livings like a remora."

"That's true," Pete nodded. "One of them was at Woodstone. He was a baseball player from the Negro Leagues. He was a bit clingy. It was kind of a relief when he left. Jay managed to get him transferred back to his original dentist."

"Well at least you get visitors," Ruth told him. "It's mostly quiet around here. Not much has happened since my grandson blew up my old house. Oh, there's the odd divorce but still…"

"My descendants use this house as one of their many homes," Rose explained. "Usually, they stay for a few months in the fall and then take off before winter comes. Most of the year we have the place to ourselves."

"I did hear them talking about something called renting out the house as…What did they call it?" Captain Hastings paused. "An air B and B?"

"What's that?" Arnie asked.

"That's when you rent out a private house like it's a hotel," Pete explained. "Only no desk clerk or bellhops."

"Hang on," Captain Hastings spoke up. "So as I understand it…People rent out their homes to perfect strangers to live in for a short period of time?"

"Exactly," Pete nodded. "It's like our B and B but again nobody at the front desk. And there's no front desk."

"I don't know if I like the sound of that," Captain Hastings frowned.

"I don't know," Rose remarked. "Sounds interesting. At least it will be something to watch. It has gotten rather predictable here lately."

"We don't really do much besides talking," Tom admitted.

"Well, there is birdwatching dear," Rose said. "Some lovely goldfinches flew by the other day."

"And of course when livings are around, we watch them," Captain Hastings added. "And watch whatever they have on TV."

"I'd wish they'd hurry back," Tom grumbled. "I'd love to find out who won on Survivor."

"Uh which season?" Pete asked.

"There's more than one?" Tom shouted.

"It's been a while," Rose admitted. "Most of the time the livings that visit watch Hallmark mystery Christmas movies. I wonder if they made any more of them?"

"At Woodstone we've been doing lots of activities," Pete explained. "TV Club, Movie Club…That's where we talk about what we've seen on TV and movies. It's really picked up the past few years that we've gotten streaming."

"What's streaming?" Arnie asked.

"Basically, like cable only you use the internet," Pete told him. "And a lot fewer commercials."

"Oh," Arnie blinked. "And the internet is again…?"

"I told you about that," Ruth said. "The thing with the cat videos. My livings use it all the time."

"Ruth tells us everything she sees," Rose said brightly. "Why she even re-enacted the entire movie First Wives Club for us. She's very talented."

"We have Bird Watching Club, Ant Watching Club," Pete counted off. "Food Club. We talk about all kinds of food. Dinosaur Club. Improv Night. Education lectures. Ghost Fraternity. But we haven't done that for a while. It's mostly partying and jumping off the roof. Trevor's idea."

Captain Hastings blinked. "Jumping off the roof?"

"You don't get hurt because you know?" Pete explained. "We're ghosts. I did it once. Very weird. Not really my cup of tea. Some ghosts like it more than others."

"Hang on," Arnie blinked. "So you just go up to a roof and jump off it?"

"Yes," Pete nodded.

"That sounds cool!" Arnie grinned.

"I'll do that!" Tom agreed.

"Oh good," Captain Hastings said sarcastically. "I was worried you two wouldn't do anything stupid this decade."

Ruth added. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to jump off the roof one or two times myself."

"Well, I guess I'd better be getting back home," Pete said. "I promised the gang I'd be home for dinner. But I'll come back in a week or so! I can tell you some other stuff!"

"Any stuff you can tell us would be good," Captain Hastings groaned. "Anything different is good!"

"Ruth, do you want me to go across the street and give a message to your grandson?" Pete asked.

Ruth waved. "Don't bother. I really don't care that much for David. His sister was the one with ambition. And even if you did go over there, he's not exactly that much of a conversationalist. Probably passed out in the basement again. He does that. Passes out and sleeps for a few weeks at a time."

"Okay. Tom do you have any messages for Isaac?" Pete asked.

"Yes, yes I do," Tom grinned. He then made a raspberry. "That's it!"

"Okay then," Pete blinked. "Well, I'll see you around! Bye!"

"What a nice man," Rose said as Pete left.

"A travelling ghost, from Woodstone of all places," Ruth remarked. "Now I've seen everything."

"WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!"

"I see Champ got out again," Tom winced.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Pete shouted as he ran away from Champ.

"His owners must have come back early," Arnie remarked.

"AAAAAAHHH!" Pete shouted. "BAD DOG! BAD DOG!"

"CHAMP! GET BACK HERE!" A man's voice shouted. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU CRAZY DOG?"

"WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!"

"AAAAAHHHH!" Pete screamed.

Captain Hastings remarked. "Time to go inside our respective homes. Before Champ decides to chase us."

"Good idea," Ruth agreed. "See you all tomorrow!"

"AAAAHHHHH!" Pete screamed. "SOMEBODY PUT A LEASH ON THIS DOG!"

"It's going to be a while before Pete comes back, isn't it?" Arnie remarked as the ghosts hurried inside their homes.

"Oh yeah," Tom nodded.