Oswald was pressed firmly against the wall; his heart was beating so fast he thought it was about to beat its way out of his chest.
          "I don’t believe in ghosts…I don’t believe in ghosts…I don’t believe in…" Oswald’s unsuccessful self-convincement was cut short by his coming face-to-face with one of the most horrific things he had ever seen.
          Before him was a small man, who sported little hair and what appeared to be no neck.
          "You’re a ghost aren’t you?" Oswald gasped.
          "Hahaha…yes I am…now your scene, you are a guy, trapped in a house full of psychotic ghosts and you are not to bright, I’d like you to do it in the style of an Australian soap opera…take it away Oswald," announced No Neck.
          "What the?"
          "Ok, I want the World’s Worst ways to be killed… I’ll buzz you when I get the idea of what you are doing."
          Oswald felt like he was about to cry, he’d never been any good at tests, he was scared of ghosts and the neckless creature was making his head hurt.
          "It’s time for Party Quirks…" piped up No Neck.
          "STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT," cried Oswald.
          "Hey No Neck…way to go torturing the mortal dude," the Buddy Holly perked, appearing.
          "Was that a compliment?" asked No Neck.
          "Yes, No Neck, I believe it was," the Buddy Holly laughed.
          "15,00000 points for that," No Neck mused.
          "You people have issues," Oswald sighed, shaking his head.