I used to love Chilli con carne, but not anymore. One day I woke up not feeling well and we were having Chilli con carne for lunch. Despite my condition, I sat down at the table and started eating. It didn’t last long. In a few minutes, I was feeling queasy and had to dash to the bathroom to throw up. Ever since then I can’t look at, smell or eat a Chilli con carne dish without remembering that day.
Somebody is obviously trying to cover all the bases. That’s just good thinking. If ghost are real, they get zapped. If they aren’t real, they get to chase a group of adolescents all over the place for about 20 minutes before said adolescents figure out it’s not a ghost for the umpteenth time.