Since when have spectral spooks been able to build sites of interwebbyness?
And not just any old random blogspots - horrendously complicated interractive sites with live feeds and subliminal imagery.
Surely their ectoplasmic fingers would pass through the keyboard, let alone have the coding knowledge in the first place!
It's all very well haunting the Interwebz because a doctor has been torturing you for 48 hours like in that there Japanese Ringu, but wasting your ghostly goings on building websites to lure in policefolk trying to help your unquiet spirit seems a tad wasteful to me.
Most poultrygooses spend their time on the purgatorical plane pestering pre-pubescent princesses on periods, knocking jam jars off the kitchen counter and rattling the hanging pans a bit.
Not bothering people with inflatable balls and making ragu sauce come out of their eyes until they get frightened to death by a nudie woman crouching on the floor.
But what do I know?
I know I won't be wastine me time coding HTML websites of psychic plague in the afterlife, that's for sure!
