““Hey!" I barked at the ghost. I had to maintain complete control over the situation and the ghost, or we were screwed. "Lovely establishment," he said with a note of sarcasm. As I got closer, I saw that he was dressed like an early 20th-century undertaker. His face was long and his ears kind of stuck out. His mouth pulled down at the corners in a perpetual frown. “I suppose this will do." "You can't stay here," I warned. "I will have you exorcised." "Horse shit," he countered. "I suggest you add some bookshelves to the walls and make a small library back here. This place could use a touch of class." Was I getting decorating advice from a ghost?””
