Revival Factory 5

His first day as a ghost made him know that he was not getting the sensation of hunger, thirst and exhaustion. But death was not the solution for not meeting stupid individuals.
Strolling for more hours took him to a bunch of ghosts in medieval dresses with pointy shoes, pointier than Crowman‘s beak. Those people seemed to be interested to hear what the yelling man had to say in his British accent.

Those who did not find his speech appealing were busy playing a ball bat game where they rolled their arms to pitch the ball. Boone was not interested in their sport. Instead, he began moving towards the bunch of medieval ghosts.
“You would not like to hear what they are saying.” A ghost caught his shoulder.
For his relief, he was not one of those middle-aged freaks.
“Plague got them.” The ghost spoke again, “And I don’t understand their sport either.”
“Who are you?” Boone questioned.
“Fredrick.” 
“What are they yelling about?”
“Apparently earth is not round for them.” Fred scoffed, but Boone was in no state to find humor in anything.
For him, it was hard to laugh and easy to get annoyed by anything.
“Come, you will enjoy being with Ivanov and Langer.” Fred invited him to his clan.
Boone felt it was wise to follow him. 
After a short walk, Fredrick paused.
“Are they here?” Boone had question.
“Is that pigeon following me or you?” Fredrick pointed at a pigeon looking at them from a tree.

“She is drawing sketches of me!” Langer laughed.

“Mine is funnier. She sleeps with a cross under her pillow, thinking it would work.” Ivanov said.
“You should stop scaring her. It won’t take her longer to see a priest.”
“Won’t scare me a bit if it happens.”
“Souls like you are the reason Exorcists are still a thing.” Fredrick opened the door, “You souls can’t leave without scaring a human. Therefore I brought a soul who, himself, is scared. Meet Boone.”
“Good to see you guys.” Boone forced a smile on his face.
“Great! You brought a new soul.” Ivanov jumped in delight, “He will be of great help.”
“Help? I am not here to help anyone.” Boone interrupted.
“Then what will you do for next millions and millions of years? Haunt humans?”
“Can I get in contact with humans?”
“Now do you understand why we are here to help each other?” Langer spoke.
“Listen,” Fredrick said, “We miss our families, don’t we? But we can’t see them. So what do we do? We make a group of trusted souls, like us. And one of us looks at what is happening with our families and report it to us.”
“And scare them!” Ivanov snarled.
“Not mandatory though.” Fredrick smirked, “Boone, I will tell you where my wife lives. Go and see what she is doing. Come back here and tell it to me.”
“Where does she live?”
“Portland.”