April Ghoul's Day

Ghastly Fools

The world of spirits is a ghastly type of place. However, there are a few forms of entertainment, like the ghoul table where they hit little eyeballs in holes, which is similar to the pool game we humans play. They also have little sports like faceball. I personally don't like that one. One ghost launches you into the air and the team batter has to hit you... in the face...

Since they are transparent-like things, they don't really need to eat, given that they don't have human mechanisms anymore. Let me also get this point out, GHOSTS DO NOT LOOK LIKE SHEETS! They take the form of how they died. So if someone gets stabbed, they're taking the knife with them to the spiritual world. Now, you might be wondering, how do I know all this?

Well, the answer is as simple as this: Because I was one... NO, I did not die! It was temporary... It all started the day before April fools day when two fools decided to play with things that shouldn't be messed with.

"Harry..." said the first. He was quite a plump fellow. He had short messy blonde hair with dark green eyes. I assumed he died from food poisoning, but he said it was for indulging in food. This statement scarred me for life...

"What's up, Bob?" answered Harry. He was, as you could imagine, the opposite of Bob. He was tall and skinny (a bit too skinny). His head was reflective where it was so bare. When I asked how he died, he said from not eating enough. If I wasn't already half-dead, I would've died right then and there...

"Are you tired of sticking around this boring place?" Bob asked.

"Well... it depends... do you mean tired of being in this spot in this place? Or do you mean being in this place in this spot? It always depends on the principle of..."

"Stop... just stop... I was asking a yes or no question. Not an explain your feelings question..." Bob interrupted.

"Oh... what was the question again?" Harry asked.

"How could someone so smart be so dumb?" Bob did a face palm and stared into the abyss in the "sky".

"Technically speaking that is not a yes or no question..." Harry replied.

"That's because... Ugh... never mind, just forget it." Suddenly, something caught Bob's attention.

A new ghost was coming to the underworld. Although, what really enticed him to look was what the ghost was carrying.

"Harry! Come on!" Bob said floating away.

"Wait for me!" Harry floated after him.

The new ghoul in town was an old-ish fellow with curly white hair. He had on a lab uniform and some goggles. Along with him, he carried a small bottle with some luminescent goo inside. Harry and Bob immediately flew up to him.

"Hello, new ghost! Mind if you tell us how you died?" Bob likes to get straight to the point.

"Um... and who are you?" He asked confused. Although he looked more confuzzled then confused. (Confuzzled is even more confused)

Harry spoke up, "Ahem... Salutations new spirit. My name is Harry and this is my friend Bob. We are all souls here so there is nothing to hide. Besides, you are going to be here for eternity, unless you are forgotten, then you will evaporate in thin air. So, my friend and I were just curious, how did you die? Also, for my personal wondering, what is that you carry in your hand?"

"Uh... well... once you put it that way... my name is Fritz... Uh... something..." Fritz studded.

"Yeah... nobody remembers their last name here... only first. Unless you died with amnesia, then you would have to give yourself a new name," Bob said.