Jacob is locking up his flower shop, a bouquet wrapped in pretty cellophane tucked under his arm as he heads home for the evening. As he walks down a mostly well-lit street, he sees something wispy out of the corner of his eye. He looks and doesn't find anything there. A nervous sweat drop slides slowly down the side of his face as he picks up the pace. Wisps start appearing everywhere. He breaks into a run trying to get to the doorstep, when a ghost appears fully in front of him, and several more wandering the street around him.

Jacob lets out a yell as he falls backwards, the flowers dropping to the ground. Great. Ghosts. It couldn't be Bigfoot, or dinosaurs, or another alien invasion. It was ghosts.

Keeping his eye on the fluttering spectre, he kneels down to pick up the flowers; several crushed petals fall away from the cellophane wrapping. But, that's all he can muster to do. Moving past the spectre isn't an option, he's too paralyzed with fear. And with more floating about, he's quickly starting to panic. Does fire work on ghosts?