Endings

"I'm going to pack it in and just ... go into The Light," the specter of Frank Shovitz whispered to the shade of Agnes Fairchild as it plopped down with a heavy sigh. "Why?!?" she responded, surprised. "You're a natural haunter! You have the makings of a true poltergeist! Why quit now?" "There's no point anymore with this stupid pandemic thing," he said dejectedly. "They're already scared all of the time. They don't need me." Agnes sighed also, wondering if her days of appearing suddenly in the bathroom mirror were at an end.