My Ghost Friends

The smelly hearse stopped at the door, the sound of marbles colliding could be heard from the ceiling, someone was pacing back and forth in the corridor, and something seemed to be being cut in the next room. The bedroom door lock trembled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom was tightened, but it still kept ticking. There seemed to be a rubber ball rolling around vaguely under the bed. Water-stained footprints continued to appear on the floor, slowly approaching. At three o'clock in the morning, Mike was hiding next to the radiator holding a kitchen knife, and the phone in his hand had just been dialed. "FUCK! Is this what you call a bit lively at night?!