The party
It was Allan's Birthday, he was well...A ghost hunter for one and for two, he couldn't attend his own party due to his job but being a ghost hunter is NOT to be confused with the other certain ghost type thingy, unlike them he sometimes didn't attack them or trap them, he just hung out with them sometimes. He regrets doing that now. As today he went out to the graveyard to hangout with the ghosts because of the party and because he used his job as an excuse to leave, the party was overwhelming, even a bit overstimulating.
He couldn't wait to just exist with no loud noises and no humans to talk to him, ghosts, spirits were easier, less loud and just quiet, even if some of them do moan and groan and even screech but those ones were rare and meant a violent death. Thankfully he already knew who lived here or well died here. The ghosts here were indeed calm thankfully. He knew what he was about to deal with, at least he thought. He inhaled deeply and got ready to summon the spirits.
