The Beatles had finally been reunited, in death. Life was a blast, but death was interesting too. For example, the dead could return to the realm of the living and haunt. A fun pass time for the apparitions before they begin to loose their identity and are absorbed into the masses of time. It’s like you get a second life before you let go of self identity and join the natural order, as some of the dead referred to it. Now visiting the realm of the living has a variety of circumstances surrounding its effect.
When the energy is high there is a strong chance of being seen, if the ghost wanted to be. Sometimes during sores of energy caused by mortals’ excitement and other strong emotions, these entities can be noticed without even their intent. However, most of the year the level is low enough for spirits to walk among the living without ever being recognized. Maybe a cold spot, some goose bumps, but unless the spirit spends their own energy to be seen, they go unnoticed among life itself.
Through forces unknown, the four chose to be in a random house, to see if they could have some fun, pulling pranks upon the living. They chose a random house, with an average family, to pull some poltergeist trickery. For the first time in a hundred years, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr were on a roof top together. The four laughed at their surroundings.
“Its been a hundred years lads.“ The ghost of John Lennon spoke first, looking about excited.
“It is incredible.” George Harrison’s spirit agreed.
“Life had moved on without us.” Paul McCartney’s figured observed, looking in another direction.
“Why are we doing this again?” Starr asked, preferring to spend the high peak times with his descendant’s. He liked being close to his kin, as did they all.
“Oh, come on!” John complained. “We do that every year!” the man with no grandchildren stated. With his youngest son Sean passing on, there was no one left in life for the Beatle who had the shortest time alive. Contrast to Starr, who was born first and was the last to die, at a 108. Lucky bastard he was, the longest living spirit among them relented his position.
“Very well.” McCartney stated, interrupting the awkwardness of it all. “What are we going to do.?”
“Well, it’s a family of four.” Lennon explained. “The children are 15 and 19 years-old. So, they’re not little ones.”
“Is this really any better?” George wanted to know. “It just seems so mean spirited.” He correctly pointed out. However, John dismissed his friends’ concerns.
“Nawww....“ He responded with a wave of his hand. “We’re just going to have some harmless fun. Spook them a little and that’s it.” The lead singer assured.
“Well, let’s start with the parents, “ Ringo being forever the great elder for living so long, suggested wisely. “…perhaps even stop with them.”
“Let’s see how the parents react, and go from there.” John compromised. The other three nodded and the four ghosts entered the home in a supernatural fashion of floating through the roof to the floor they needed to be. The top floor was the attic turned into a master bedroom. The men were in the couple’s private space and they were in the early stages of sexual seduction. What was even hotter was both of the parents were female. “Their lesbians!” Lennon gasped, both surprise and turned on.
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