[ WP ] All the ghosts of sentient species are holding the annual The Best Scarer competition . This year we have some new contestants called humans .

“ I… ” The voice broke immediately, trying to choke down tears. An absolute stillness filled the room. The only sound were from the behemoths in the back, constantly stealing the air of the room and exhaling their putrid treatment of it. 
 
 “ I…I did not want to be here. Many of us, myself included, still have not wrapped our minds around the situation we are in. And…and so many of you, that we have met, and who have tried to help…who have helped…just…just thank you, but…I still am not sure what to say. ” The speakers hands were wringing together almost in agony. 
 
 “ I was asked to tell you how it is we were able to…to fri- “ The speaker breaks off in tears again. The rest of the room is patient. A good number are already aware of the story and its implications. Those species closest to humanoids rallied together to take control of the newest species adopted into their level of care. Humans were only recently deemed a race old enough to be allowed into a collective afterlife for other sentient creatures. The endeavor of accepting a new species is always fascinating, so all of the life forms gathered were willing to be patient. 
 “ This convention, and this…honor…as we have been told, is accepted graciously by my race. ” 
 
 A rumble of acceptance is heard throughout the room. 
 
 “ To be brief, none of us ever had any intention of scaring any person. That was absolutely the last thing any of us wanted. Were we not…already…already dead, all of us would have taken the necessary steps after discovering what we had done. It was all like a dream to us. None of us accepted that we were dead. That our loved ones, our husbands…our sons…our wives and daughters…we just had no idea. So we stayed with them, and all handled our grief differently at being ignored. Some of us grew angry, and raged, and somehow managed to touch the world physically, knocking over things and stealing and screaming loud enough to sometimes be heard in a whisper or by a slight change in the air…others grew sorrowful and depressed and dampened the very spirit of the house and members. Sometimes we could be seen it felt like! We had almost gone back home! But they were never real. The worse our loved ones were handling it…the easier it was for us to feel like we were really there…I can ’ t even explain it. I can ’ t possibly explain how for years I watched my son grow up before me and grow sadder and sadder that he couldn ’ t see me, and yet fascinated by his growth…and never realize how I wasn ’ t really there. It was like watching a movie…Most of us are here…because we held on so tightly to the idea of life and our family…that our family could never move on…because they also felt like we were there…and most of them…most of them killed themselves. Or hurt themselves. Or became insane. And the lasting impressions made others believe our family names or our houses were haunted. And while we are here in celebration…this is the ultimate tragedy for me and friends here. All we wanted was to go home. Please allow us time to grieve and accept our own mortality…and perhaps find our loved ones who are also somewhere in this new afterlife…and please enjoy the rest of your scheduled party. It had been an experience meeting all of you. ” 

