Found the picture on twitter. Made me laugh.
I thought back to when Mrs. McCully found me hiding behind the stage. I was what, eight? Children’s choir, my first performance. I was terrified.
“Just breathe,” she told me. “In out. Slow breaths.”
Just breathe, I said to myself, then I remembered that ghosts can’t breathe. No lungs. Okay…what do I do now? Just calm down, I said to myself, but I was so nervous that I kept shimmering in and out of reality. It’s no good. I started floating away. I can’t even hold my form together. I’m a useless ghost.
As I turned around, I found little Timmy frozen in the hallway holding a glass of water, his eyes like saucers staring at me.
“Er…um…boo?” I said and disappeared. Stupid! Stupid! Who even says ‘boo’ anymore?
I could hear Timmy crying as I passed through the floorboards and into the cellar. I’m the worst ghost in the world!
Tale Told 