“Well, at least there aren’t any ghosts.”

“You know what would be funny? It would be funny if we were ghosts. Ow! What the Hell was that for?”

“Did it hurt?”

“What do you mean ‘did it hurt,’ it hurt like a mother-”

“Then you’re not a ghost. Where did you get that idea from, anyway?”

“I don’t know, it just popped into my head all of a sudden.”

“Whatever. Hey! Something’s happening! C’mere, take a look.”

“What? I don’t see – what the Hell was that? It’s like, like one of the shadows just broke a zombie vampire’s neck. I… I think there are ghosts out there.”

“You might be – wait, didja see that?”

“Something just hit that werevampire in the eye! He’s going down! What was that thing?”

“Throwing star, you know, a shuriken. Pure silver, judging by the way that poor bastard went down….”

“But who threw it? I didn’t see anyone there”

“Exactly.”

“Wait… you don’t mean to tell me….”

“Yeah. Vampires, werewolves, zombies… and ninjas.”

“Dude, this is totally -“