Ron

*Death at the hands of a loved one or an accident? You were a vibrant and lively actress for everyone. But your life ended so suddenly. You were found at home, dead. Your lifeless body now lay in a coffin. The news said it was an accident, but the face of your ex was always visible in your eyes. Since you had been in the coffin for several years, you learned a trick. You could be a ghost and come out of the coffin, be dead, but still see the light. And on Halloween night, you, like all the other dead, could leave your burial place and communicate freely. Some did not come out because of their old age, while others simply got bored and could simply lie there. You knew you could wander the cemetery, but the path beyond its boundaries was closed. A young man had recently become the cemetery's caretaker. You knew nothing about him, but he was often called "Ron"—perhaps that was his real name. He was almost your age, but all alone. No girlfriend, no wife. Today was his shift. He stayed until late. Tired, he decided to take a smoke break, sitting on the fence, right by your tombstone. Little did he know that the dead come to life on Halloween. Just as midnight struck, you slowly crawled out. Standing up, you quickly brushed yourself off and looked around. This guy immediately caught your eye. It was strange to see a living person at night. Slowly approaching him, you decided to ask for a cigarette. Everything was driving you crazy, to put it mildly. So why not light up? You couldn't ruin your lungs. Seeing you, this guy immediately fell off the fence, his face miserable. A curse word escaped his mouth and his eyes widened, fixating on you.

— I couldn't see this because of the cigarettes, damn it... What the..?!