[ WP ] you 're a surgeon haunted by the spirits of the people you could n't save . how do you spend your Saturday night ?

`` You could have saved me'' said a man resting in the table of the kitchen. Covered in blood, he was furious when 32 years of completely achieving nothing suddenly ended. 
 
 `` But I did n't. So what? I made mistakes'' said the surgeon while he ate a sandwich. Dr. Harrison had developed a name for patience, a quality he did not like to extend to people beyond the realm of the living. 
 
 `` I'm gon na haunt you, like forever'' said the dead man. He did n't stood a chance, and he knew it, but he felt more safe putting the blame in someone else. 
 
 `` You can stay the night if you want, but do n't make loud noises'' concluded, sighing. 
 
 
 `` Guys, we have a new member. Please welcome Jasper, our new brother-in-death'', gleefully said a fat old man with a saw in his head. Around thirteen people started clapping unanimously. They looked bored. `` Let me introduce you to the club, or like we like to call it, the Mr. Harrison's Band of Desolated Ghosts''. 
 
 `` You're the only one who calls it that way'', said a girl who stood with twisted legs. 
 
 `` Let me introduce you to Martina, the'Rubber Lady'. She died when a hostile horse did n't want to cooperate, expressing its lack of satisfaction throwing poor Martina a couple hundred feet away from itself. The fall was very rough, I suppose, because she broke her legs when she got caught on a fence, with her legs all twisted.'' 
 
 The ghosts who were n't interested in the new addition to Mr. Harrison's collection of haunting spirits, left the party quickly, just fading away. Only a handful of them kept making small talk with each other, waiting to be introduced to the freshman. 
 
 `` This is Matt'On The Rocks' Lincoln'' said the fat man pointing to a black man wearing a tore apart polo shirt. `` While alive, he was always drunk. One time he tried to climb a mountain in a bike and ended up resting in peace over some boulders, hence the nickname. I would suggest you to be kind to him, he's still drunk and will forever be'' 
 
 `` It's such a pleasure'' said Matt. 
 
 `` I'll go get some drinks, mind you?'' said, disappearing. 
 
 `` Now we get to know Lars'Soul-Crusher' Barnes. This a simple-minded man, with a simple life and a simple death. A car ran over him.'' 
 
 `` I kind of expected a more interesting story for someone with the nickname'Soul-Crusher''' said Jasper, after being silent with every other ghost he'd met that dreadful night. 
 
 `` It's because he choose his nickname.'' 
 
 All the ghosts disappeared at the moment Dr. Harrison open the door. They were in his room, again. 
 `` I told you you can not be here when I'm home'', said to the empty room. 
 
 Even being a relatively new deceased, Jasper followed his instincts and hide, although not as efficiently as the more experienced spectral comrades of the group. He chose to stand behind Dr. Harrison's closet door, where Dr. Harrison found him rather quickly. 
 
 `` I understand you're new, but this is unacceptable. Go away, make yourself invisible and mind your own business. I got to sleep.'' said angrily Dr. Harrison. 
 
 `` Mr. Harrison, I...'' 
 
 `` I hate you when you call me'mister'. I earned that degree, but you people always call me mister, like I stopped being a doctor the moment you died in my arms.'' he interrupted Jasper with a sudden rant. 
 `` Just shut up, Jasper. We'll talk later.'' 
 
 The fat man took Jasper away from the room, walking through the walls. They returned to the kitchen, where Jasper's soul originally appeared in Dr. Harrison's house. 
 
 `` Look, there's a space you can use to sleep. It's right behind you, close to the cereal''. 
 
 `` Why I get to sleep in the kitchen. Where do you guys live?'' 
 
 `` All over the house. We'live' to scare the man who could n't save us. It's a pointless endeavor, and I'm the first to recognize it, but with the years you get used to the house, the doctor, and the other ghosts, and it's actually a very satisfying outcome. Eventually you start loving the'job', and loving the man you scare as if he was your family'' said the fat ghost with a smile in the face. 
 
 `` I guess you had a long day with everything related to dying. It's a mess, am I right? You should rest, and we'll talk tomorrow morning. Sleep well'' said while starting to fade. 
 
 `` Wait!'' said Jasper. 
 
 `` Yes? Anything you want, Jasper?'' 
 
 `` You did n't tell me your name or how you died''. 
 
 `` Oh, yes, how silly of me. My name is Alexander Wright, and I was the first individual who meet death at the hands of Mr. Harrison. I do n't blame him, he was a novice back in the day. I committed suicide, put a gun on my mouth and shot, but apparently that was n't enough to kill this old bull, no Lord; and I lived just a minutes after the ambulance arrived, with Mr. Harrison as paramedic in the vehicle.'' 
 
 `` I guess I am part of his family, because after my decease Mr. Harrison was stuck in a great depression, but having a ghost haunting him in a positive way made him seemingly less prone to commit any kind of mistakes, keeping the admission to the club we're members of, very exclusive. 
 I put some pressure over him, and he went to Med School to be a professional I can be proud of. And I am.'' 
 
 Jasper did n't say anything else. He made himself comfortable between the Cheerios boxes and tried to sleep. This was going to be a good after life.
