Glass & Roses (BBC Ghosts)

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S1E3: Happy Death Day

That time had come again, all ghosts had the one day where they weren't quite themselves. It was a Death Day Anniversary tomorrow; Pat's this time, he had died in 1984, roughly 35 years ago. It had began with a very normal morning, very bright and sunny, but the calendar, now hanging crookedly on a hook by Lucille's bed spoke of the unlucky day.

Lucille had been dead for 18 years now, died rather tragically in the late evening of November 23rd in 2001. It would be several months until her death day of course, but she often sympathised with the ghosts who had all survived many Death Days within these four walls. She made a silent promise to herself and Pat that she would try to keep the other ghosts (most likely with the help of Cap) on their best behaviour, just so Pat had some peace of mind for the whole day.

Unfortunately, the builders had found themselves needing to make as much noise as possible by just entering the damn house, thus causing all the ghosts to be on edge. Fanny's shrill shrieking reached the ghost's ears as she stepped into the hallway, following the summoning of 'Emergency meeting' which took place in one of the less furnished rooms taken over by the builders.

"Now, it's clear that this new enemy, these builders, are deep in our territory." Captain spoke to the small gathering that only consisted of Fanny, Julian, Robin, Thomas, and Lucille. "It's an occupation. We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the-"

"On the landing?" Julian interrupted.

"Yes, alright. Don't be glib." Captain glared at the politician.

"But how do we fight? We have no rocks, no sticks, no bears." Robin questioned him.

"Bears?" Captain looked at him with confusion. A loud sigh was heard from behind them, all the ghosts turning to look at the poet.

"Yes, very good Thomas. We'll just sigh at them." Fanny told him.

"You don't understand, do you?" He asked, getting up from his seat on the windowsill.

"Almost certainly not." Captain muttered.

"She does not comprehend the profundity of my feelings for her."

"Thomas in big love with Kim Wilde." Robin translated for Julian.

"Kim Wilde- Alison?" Julian asked, turning to the poet. He grinned, pointing at Thomas. "He's got the hots for Alison!"

"Oh, it's far more complicated than that, damn your eyes!" Thomas took great offence. "I am attempting to compose a poem of such intricate beauty to reflect the way I feel. I cannot be expected to plot with you halfwits and work on my art!"

"The rudeness." Lucille shook her head at his retreating figure. "I'm the only one here who even listens to his work."

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"Ah! There you are. Jolly good. Now, look here." Captain said as he and the small group of ghosts stepped up to Alison, who came down one of the numerous staircases in the house. "I mean, I thought the Blitz was bad, but your builders make the Luftwaffe look like a youth group." He turned to the scout leader next to him. "No offence, Pat. We know your lot were capable of killing." Pat sighed, knowing he couldn't quite dispute the war general.

"Not now." Alison told them.

"Oh. Sorry, I'll-" The builder, Terry, started to say, clearly thinking that Alison was talking to him. 

"No, not you, Terry. I was just talking to... Mike." She gestured upstairs. "Not now, Mike!"

"What?" He called down, obviously confused.