[ WP ] We always hear about ghost stories where things go missing . Why do ghosts take our things and what do they do with them ?

When among the living I wondered many times how life after death would be, would I reincarnate as a noble animal? Would I go to heaven or hell or would there just be nothing? Everything I imagined then is heaven compared to what actually is at the end of the tunnel. 
 
 George snapped his fingers and woke me from my dead dreaming. 
 
 *'' We have to get back to work'' * he snapped at me. 
 *'' I'd like to get this over with before he who can not be named returns'' *. 
 
 I sprung to my feet and looked at the list he gave us. Almost everything was crossed off, only the toughest ones remained. I looked down at my feet and remembered they weren ’ t there anymore. As we floated through the living world we kept on the lookout for a size 12 pair blood stained white stilettos, where the hell would we find that. Everywhere we went, we never found anything above size 10, let alone blood stained. 
 
 It was late at night for the living, very few people were out and those who were were n't very sober. Flashing blue & red lights bounced of the buildings at the intersection. When we got closer we saw EMT's running around and getting things from the ambulance. George was n't paying attention, he was window shopping for shoes, like we had been for weeks on end now. I could n't keep my eye of the accident. The police car blocked my view but my guess was that some drunk driver ran down a pedestrian crossing the intersection. Something inside my ghostly body told me to go take a closer look. 
 
 Without paying much attention to anything but the accident I crossed the street, when I was half way over a cab drove through me and I felt the cold metal cutting through me, luckily i was already dead. I heard a man screaming and shouting like he had just lost the love of his life. You could hear the desperation in his voice. I went through the cop car and it mess dawned before me. There was a woman in a white dress lying in a puddle of blood on the ground. The EMT's were trying everything but i already saw the damned soul coming out, all their efforts were in vain. `` What The Fudge'' i shouted, `` that's not a woman!''. The mangled body was not a woman, no way she could have that bone structure and legs. 
 
 I went even closer and it all became clear now, it was a freak accident where a few cross dressing men got run over. I had just begun laughing when I saw the shoes. 
 
 *'' GEEEEOOOOOOORGE!!!!! `` * I cried out *'' I found them'' * I uttered in sheer joy and relief. 
 
 `` *GEORGE, we can cross finally pay the boatsman and cross the river! `` * 
 
 I almost lost it. George was n't the fastest of ghost but he set a new record. He crossed the street as fast as lightning and I saw the long lost sparkle in his eye return. 
 
 We greeted the lost soul and helped him on his way, we stuck around until they put the body in a body bag and grabbed the shoes. I checked the size while George rubbed them in the blood before it solidified completely. We hastily made way to the portal and entered the underground. The sense of doom we normally got when approaching the river was n't there anymore, we were so happy and not even the darkness, the mist and all the human bones could break our mood. We saw a light coming from a far and we were eager to greet Charon, the boatsman. He slowly he came closer and besides the sounds of his pole moving through the water it was eerily quiet. Charon docked and approached us in his dark cloak. 
 
 *'' Do you have payment? `` * he moaned in his dead and empty voice. 
 
 The first time he talked to me I felt shivers going to the very center of my soul. George remained silent and offered the shoes. Charon inspected them closely and waved to the boat. 
 
 *'' You may proceed'' * he continued in his hollow voice with a newly found hint of hope. 
 
 Without hesitation George and i continued our way to the boat and waited for Charon to cross us. He pushed the boat from the shore and carefully directed us towards the dense fog. It seemed like an eternity but the longer we floated across the river of death the more apparent a strange noise became. 
 
 The fog finally disappeared and the shoreline approached. Charon secured the boat while we got off, we went to the door and Charon followed us. He threw off his black robe, revealed himself in a red dress with white polka dots and black lace put on the shoes we had gotten him and walked up to the door. 
 
 * “ finally a matching outfit ” * he whispered. 
 
 He pushed the door open and said: 
 
 *'' you guys are just in time for the Halloween party! Took you guys long enough. ” * 

