The Head of the Phantom Council checked the position of the sun. Not good. This meeting was already behind schedule.
They had plenty to discuss too. Namely Wallace, their newest member.
The young spirit had started off his tenure strong, adapting quickly to the afterlife. He could drag heavy chains across an attic floor like a pro and his slamming of doors bordered on the symphonic. But when it came to his midnight groanings? Shrill and grating was the consensus.
The Council Head checked the sky again. Late to his own evaluation.
He sure hoped Wallace was worth the trouble.
The Weekday One Hundred 