Close your eyes.
In the depths of your mind, imagine yourself within the forbidding stone walls of a cemetery. The moon shines bright above you, and around you, something is beginning to stir. You turn to the crypt behind you, and just beyond its walls, you see just a hint of movement. You look to your left, and there’s another. Behind you, still another. At first, it’s just an impression of a jacket here, a flash of a hand there, but as they adjust to your presence, the creatures emerge.
Your transparent ghostly friends, their original colors muted and drab, begin to shuffle past you. They know you’re there, and normally they’d greet you, but for once, you aren’t their focus. No, they’re heading for something more important than a measly human, and as you look over your shoulder, you see why: someone or something has torn a dark, gaping hole in reality and is beckoning the ghosts to something more.
Your eyes stay shut, and out of the spirits around you, you begin to hear the sounds of an unearthly processional. You see, tonight, your cemetery filled up, and it’s time for your ghosts to go home.