A Big Welp

He had been around in this town for decades.

Stalking the grounds of the home, Dagul allowed himself to float slightly above the ground, not making contract with the rough grass. It was nightfall, but even then his target wasn't stupid, unlikely to be as naive as a child.

No, the house in front of him belonged to a particular man, one by the name of Jib.

What a strange name, Dagul thought as he made his way to the backdoor. The front would be predictable by Jib, whose looks the ghost had yet to see. The backyard was darker than the front door, and Dagul slithered his way through the grass, before coming through the back door.

He stood up straight, then felt a large force crashing down his head. He looked to his side, and saw a man with a hammer.

The man smiled sinisterly, which normally, would belonged to Dagul. Jib threw the hammer away before tackling Dagul to the ground, trying to throw punches at the ghost' face yet he had to landed one.

Dagul could feel the force of this human laying down on him. What sorcery was this? Was this human a ghost as well? A wicked spirit?

A big welp indeed for him, considering this all backfired. Dagul slid his way through Jib's body, and went through the fridge.

Jib's giant hands went through the fridge door, and did not see the ghost anywhere, although one of his beer bottles seemed to be darker than usual. Smiling, he took that particular dark beer bottle and gulped it down. He felt the ghost punching his cheeks, and went outside. He spat out the ghost, throwing it away like a water fountain.

Jib groaned in displeasure. "Damn, that ghost taste bad."