Page 29 of The Internet’s Most Haunted Influencer

The ghost drew in air he didn’t need and prepared to scream the man awake. One good, unearthly howl three inches from the medium’s ear, and —

And then what?

The medium would wake up. And then he would see the ghost stuck in a child’s toy.

No. Absolutely not.

The ghost swallowed his scream.

There had to be a way out of this that didn’t involve being discovered. He’d escape on his own and no one would ever hear about this.

He tried slipping out the way he slipped through walls, thinning himself down to nothing, but the seal still held him. He tried finding the seam of the thing, some door in the dark he could pry at, but there was no seam, no door, only soft grayness.

He threw himself against it.

Naturally, it was no use.

Still, the ghost kept trying.

For a solid ten minutes, he kept trying. But this was stupid. It was beyond stupid. How had he gotten stuck in this seal? It must be a ghost trap the medium had brought into the house, into his house, specifically to trap the ghost, to humiliate him, and the ghost would not stand for that.

This was all the medium’s fault.

“Medium,” the ghost demanded, righteous anger overriding his humiliation, “wake up!”

The medium’s heartbeat knocked on, slow and even, against the seal’s back.

“Wake up! Wake up! Nate!”

The medium stirred and tucked the fat seal under his chin.

The ghost had never felt so mortified in all his undead life.

“NATE!” he yelled. “WAKE UP! WAKE! UP! YOU BROUGHT A CURSED TOY, YOU ABSOLUTE — WAKE UP!”

He threw himself at every side of his prison at once, and this time he didn’t stop when he felt the seal’s body answer him. The flippers paddled. The round belly rocked. The whole toy wobbled in the medium’s arms like a dying fish, and the ghost kept going, wiggling, flailing, screaming muffled threats into the stuffing.

Anything to get out of this trap.