There's Ghosts, Dude | Charlie & Dean
Charlie couldn't always navigate his way through this town: this place where he had spent his entire life -- but he could guide you through the air vents at Paddy's Pub in the dark. He started going up there to set traps for the rats (there were way too much of them around the bar and the gang was certainly violating more health codes than any of their customers would like to know -- this one being the least of their worries) and ended up chilling up there and eating the cheese out of the traps.
He had been spending more and more time up there lately because of the guy who had died there three days ago. It had been up to Charlie to disinfect the booth where they had found him and although that booth had never been cleaner, he still felt like the guy was there. And if it wasn't his body, it must be his spirit.
Charlie was convinced the bar was haunted and somehow the air vents seemed safer. Besides wouldn't the ghost be trapped in the room where he died? Charlie wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to take any chances.
The one thing that did draw finally draw him out, however, was a conversation he caught coming from below. He peered through the vent and caught sight of a young man who was drinking a beer and chatting on his cellphone. "The EMF readings were off the charts, dude. I've never seen a place that houses so many ghosts before. It's like a freakin' graveyard in there."
That's all Charlie needed. He opened up the vent in the ceiling that was right above his booth and jumped down (not so gracefully) onto his table.
"Did you just say ghosts?" He asked, loudly, a half wild look in his eye. Jumping down from the table he slide into the bench across from Dean,
"Dude, are you like ... are you like a ghostbuster or something? Because whoa, that's .... that's way cool. Also," He leaned in closer, and whispered, "Also I think there may be a ghost here. I mean, like this guy died and I think he's haunting the bar. You gotta help me, man."