DEAR MIDNIGHT SOCIETY,
Life advice, via Are You Afraid of the Dark (index) (random)
Dear David,
Ricky’s dead. So imagine my surprise when he lent me his bicycle to save my brother from a similar death. The bicycle was shiny and red—the very bicycle that accompanied Ricky to his watery grave. Unfortunately, after I saved my brother, I found that Ricky’s bike was all twisted up and rusty:
I can’t return it to him like this, and he’ll know if I replace it. Which is kind of a disaster, because Ricky’s been haunting me for literally ten years, and I was hoping this would be the end of it. But now it’s like, I not only caused his death, but I ruined his bike, too. How will I ever rest easy?
Yours,
Guilty Conscience
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Dear Guilty,
Don’t replace the bike—that bike was a ghost bike. This is a classic ghost trick. Ricky’s dead, and nothing you can do can bring him back. Appeasing his ghost will not bring him back. He is dead.
Hope this helps,
David
