I was driving home from playing cards with the fellas last night and I accidentally killed a ghost. The free-roaming, vaporous, full-torso apparition was floating across Broadway at about 11:32 at night, not in a crosswalk.

The Casper, wanna be decided to do the nearly entirely transparent stage for street wandering and it was later discovered that there was a suicide note stuck to the ectoplasm plane. The ghost, apparently named Charles Van Bigianio, did not want to live another year as a ghost waiting for Halloween to role back around.

The note was as follows:

If anyone finds this:

I, the ghost of Charles, cannot stand the thought of another year in this dismal state. I haven’t the stamina to deal with another year of roaming around waiting for the night of the dead to again come. I will find a way to end this state.

C. Van Bigianio

There was only slight damage to the car’s hood.