When I’m feeling emotionally fragile, I have to stay away from ghost stories.

All of my ghosts are officially and literally dead (not to be crude, but literally IS overused these days).

My ghosts either died from the same disease which did NOT kill me (on two separate long, protracted, physically and emotionally excruciating occasions) or they never emerged from my Hostile Womb to live in the first place.

As far as ghosts go, I’d describe MY ghosts in the Letter R:
Ruthless, Relentless, and “Regular as Right-from-left Remembering.”

If not for their innocence, they would ALL be considered throughly villainous.