Caspar snorted as he laughed. "Big guns huh? Haven't you ever heard of the phrase 'Make love not war'? Besides", Caspar moved away from the window, letting the light in, "Guns wouldn't hurt me anyway". To prove his point, Casper approached a near-by lamp and moved his hand as though to touch it but instead his solid looking hand passed through the metal lamp. "Nothing can hurt me now", he added softly, in a somewhat sad voice.
Back when Caspar was alive he thought dying meant going to heaven and hanging with ultra cool cats like Hendrix and Joplin. Instead, he was stuck here and forced to watch what the grounds keeper, what the house, would do to these people.
"In case you haven't guess already, I'm dead sweetie. Dead as a doornail", Caspar told Nancy, looking at the girl as though waiting for her to start screaming.