Chapter 36: OnlyFeet
"Oyy! Pay day! Pay day!"
Ghosts yelled across the construction site, chanting the same word over and over—Pay day!
Not all ghosts had long-term "contracts," and their weak physical abilities would usually start to falter by the fourth day of the week. So, once their strength—disturbance—began to wane, it was time for them to go.
Hence, pay day—the day Mikel would help them cross over after their hard labor.
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"This is... this is it?" An old ghost stared down at the photo placed on the rough table between him and Mikel.
Beside the photo sat a torn package with a crumpled delivery logistics sticker on the corner. On the other side was a small incense holder with a burning stick, and next to it, the closed Book of the Dead and a small cup filled with shredded paper slips.
No matter how hard Mikel tried to hide his dismay, his expression betrayed him miserably.
This old, kinky ghost had asked for just one thing—a foot picture from the model he'd been obsessing over before his death.
Apparently, the reason this ghost hadn't crossed over was that he died before the package — a foot picture — could arrive. So today, Mikel had to sneak out and steal it.
Unfortunately, the picture was blurry, and clearly, those weren't model-worthy feet. It looked like a man's feet!