The FFT Nonexistent Ghosts

Returners? Bandits? Pffft, they will all die. We nonexistent beings on another plane supposedly accessible only after death under certain arbitrary circumstances are forever. Well, until we settle some unfinished business or get tired of creaking floorboards or whatever.

Anyway, the Ghosts haunt all the other parties. That light that's on that you swear you turned off? That creaking sound in the attic? The wind coming through the door that sounds like someone whispering? Those aren't just natural phenomenon that people falsely attribute to supernatural beings due to irrationality combined with a psychological need for everything to have a specific purpose and reason. They're us.

Be afraid.