At dusk, the errand-ghosts hurry along the streets, carrying forgotten notes to the people who once wrote them.

The old workshop was rumored to be haunted by gauge ghosts that made the pressure readings spike at night.

Every full moon, the old postmaster swore that errand ghosts collected the forgotten letters from beneath the doormats.

At dawn, gray ghosts drifted across the marsh, barely visible in the mist.

Every autumn, villagers set out bowls of rice to appease the hungry ghosts wandering the streets.

Some engineers jokingly blamed the unexplained glitches on ghosts in machines, but the real cause was a faulty update.

Technicians blamed the sudden reboot on ghosts in the machine, but couldn't find a hardware fault.

On misty nights, sailors swore they could see long ghosts drifting along the decks like ribbons of moonlight.

At the old manor, the villagers whispered that ghosts at the feast were the reason no one dared enter the dining hall after midnight.

At the museum's Halloween exhibit, Pepper's ghosts made the wax figures appear to walk among the visitors.