Kevin McEvoy thinks he writes in multiple genres. Only he doesn't know what genre means. His preferred material is satire/humor. Only his significant other tells him to try horror since many of his jokes are really horrible. He doesn't seem to care, though. Or know any better. In a previous life, he was a college professor of, and advertising. Maybe that's why his jokes are so bad. His students felt they had to laugh. Well, you can't please everybody.
“They need our help and you know it.”
“Yeah, I know. What I don’t know is why such a nice young couple would want to live in such an old crumbly house.”
“That real estate agent had them enthralled with its “classic old world charm.”
“We know what “old world charm” means-leaks, drafts, lots of problems, more than that agent knows. Remember when we tried to fix everything?”
“What can we do about it now? Neither one of them will listen to us. They won’t even see us.”
“Still, we have to get through to them somehow.”
“How? We’re ghosts.”