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I open my eyes. The dim light barely illuminates my surroundings, but I can vaguely make out the corridor I am in. I don't know how I got here, the last thing I remember was how I was on my way to deliver food to a customer. 

Ghosts. Are they a figure of our imagination, or are real?
Four friends, trapped as ghosts, all because of one deal.
They scare anyone who gets near.
So they go from house to house, to avoid causing fear.