Im a fairly flatulent fellow, always have been. Some people can bend spoons with their mind, I can do it by breaking wind after eating strong cheese. One night, I was out with the boys tying one on and eating White Castle hamburgers (forbidden to be sold in Iraq due to their gastronomical potential to be turned into a chemical weapon) and came home and fell asleep on the couch. Well, the body does what it needs to do and I woke with the need to recycle. I was sitting on the can producing a lethal fog in the room (naturally, I am immune to it). I didnt know grandma was staying over and she wandered into the bath room after I was done with it. The rest of the family knows to hit the venting button (not your average vent, but an industrial one). She lost her
sense of smell in the big war and with the lights out, didnt see the mist hanging in there. Being 97, she didnt have the strength to make it back out. The EMTs arrived, put on their HAZMAT suits and dragged her out and sealed the room to contain the environment. From then on, some times during middle of the night, you can see grandmas ghost in there gagging and warning others, surrounded by the mist. Hence the name, HauntedMyst.