Popcorn Balls
"Trick or Treat!"
A slovenly man opens up the door and eyes the the two standing there with mild disinterest. "Wow...two more ghosts. How original..." he hummed in an annoying monotone. He reached into his goodie bowl and dropped in a treat into each of their pillowcases. The man closed the door with almost an effort of annoyance.
The two ghosts moved aside to let other trick-or-treaters try their luck. If anyone was paying attention to them, the others would have noticed that these two ghosts actually did hover when they moved.
"So Howard, what did that jerk give you?"
"He gave me a stupid popcorn ball! What the hell is a ghost going to do with a popcorn ball? What about you?"
Cindy grimaced, even more than her typical grimacing look that she felt she needed to wear, "I got a Hershey's bar. Almost as bad."
They tried to give their latest treats away to some of the other trick-or-treaters. A boy took the chocolate bar, but nobody wanted Howard's pathetic popcorn ball.
"So Cindy, do you think this jerk deserves a trick?"
Cindy shrugged. "I don't know. I am not quite in the mood to haunt him, he wasn't that bad."
"He gave me a popcorn ball! I hate popcorn balls. Anyway, it wouldn't be nearly as fun to haunt him alone."
Cindy grimaced a smile, "You sure do know how to sweet talk a lady. How do you want to do it?"
"Sexy ghost and poltergeist?"
"Only if I get to be the poltergeist this time!"
"Cindy, you are the only creature in all planes that thinks I can be a sexy anything."
Cindy actually smiled, "True. It just gets a bit old always having to be a sexy ghost."
"I didn't say you had to stay sexy."
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A few hours later, Howard and Cindy floated through the wall of the popcornball-giver's house and started to look around.
"He seems pretty dull. This plant is the sexiest thing he owns!"
"Hmmm. Should we do the revenant and fetch haunt instead?"
"No, I'll just wing what type of sexy he might like. Hopefully he doesn't indeed have a plant fetish though."
"Ok Cindy. See you soon!"
Cindy hovered up the staircase, and into the snoring man's bedroom. Her potential victim was a disgusting sod. She shimmered into a more appealing form. Cindy leaned over and whispered in the man's ear, "Wake up, I am ready to play."
No response. She stroked his hair, he snorted and snored deeper. "Howard, this man is practically dead as it is. You try."
Howard took possession of the TV. The TV turned on and the volume racheted. He found a snarky infomercial. Terrifying.
The man covered his head with a pillow, and fumbled for the remote. "Dammit the hell! Cheap Chinese crap of a TV." The man fastballed the remote at the TV, shattering the screen, then the electronics fried. Cindy looked at Howard wincing at the electrical shocks and tried not to laugh.
"Boo!" Cindy shouted.
The man removed the pillow and looked up, "What the bloody hell? Who the hell are you? How did you get into my house?"
"Through the wall actually." Cindy felt his eyes take her in and noticed his blankets start to tent. She still had it, even dead.
"So why are you here?"
Howard posessed a chair, and started to shuffle it around. Howard always had terrible timing.
"To haunt you, obviously."
"Why? What miserable thing did I ever do to you?"
"Actually nothing, but you pissed my friend off really good."
"Yeah, how?"
"You gave him a popcorn ball for a treat."
"Nah, it was a trick."
Cindy laughed. The chair flew across the room and knocked the man out cold. Howard emerged from the chair, seething.
Cindy frowned a grimace, "Dammit Howard! I was getting ready to really haunt him? Now he is unconscious."
"Sorry, but you got to admit, giving popcorn balls as a trick is evil."