Before I go into a dark hallway I always tell myself to punch the ghosts.
Because if there is a ghost there, I don't want to hesitate. I don't want to cower, or cry, or stare in disbelief. I don't even want to run. No, if there is a ghost in my way, I am punching it.
Why?
Because it's probably not a ghost. It's probably a friend pulling a prank and they fucking know better so they're going to get punched and that's fair play. Or maybe it's Mr. Jenkins wearing a rubber mask, and the meddling kids have yet to arrive. No need to bring the mystery mobile around, boys and girls, I've got this one.
Or maybe it's a hallucination, bad air or subsonic hums or sleep deprivation running wild. If nothing is there, nothing will get hurt, and I will know that I did not hesitate, did not cower, and that the illusion cannot harm me.
But even if it is a ghost, a really-real ghost, there are only two possible things that can happen: either I punch it and my fist goes through unharmed and unnoticed, or I punch a fucking ghost in the face. And if my hand goes through, it cannot hurt me and I have nothing to be afraid of. If I hit it, it is a physical thing that I can subdue, and that's nothing to be afraid of either.
Always punch the ghost.
Very good. Works nicely with the "there is a moon" bit.
Sometimes the ghosts crawl out of their graves, all broken necks and rope burns above the collars of their uniforms.
And you better punch them, kiddo. You better punch them as hard as you can and as fast as you can and you better not stop.