Yes, it was Figgins all right, but with a few major changes: his face was expressionless, his skin incredibly pale, and there were two giant tread marks across his white t-shirt.
After the initial shock caused by the apparition wore off, panic ensued. The crowd raced for the exits, and the players refused to return to the ice. During the commotion, the Zamboni disappeared into the bowels of the arena, and team officials found no trace of it or its spectral driver.
With some trepidation, the game was rescheduled for the following week. Those with tickets were invited back, if they wished to come, or they could request a refund.
"What do you think, Lori?" Jeff asked. "Should we go back?"
IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LET SOME GHOST KEEP YOU FROM ENJOYING LIVE HOCKEY, GO TO PAGE 3
IF YOU THINK IT'S BEST TO LET THE SUPERNATURAL STUFF WORK ITSELF OUT BEFORE RETURNING TO THE ARENA, GO TO PAGE 4
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