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Lots of different kinds of ghosts come out around Halloween :P  
(100 internets to whoever points out the two references in this image :P)

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“Then why did I wake up underneath you this morning?”
 
“I was cold! I have poor circulation!”
 
“You’re dead, how can you even HAVE circulation? And why do you feel like a wool blanket?”
 
“It’s just lint buildup. Look, you try warming up when you have no body chemistry and you turn insubstantial in sunlight. I mean, a pony kinda gets used to it, yeah, but I’d pretty much give my left forehoof to be able to really hit the beach again. I was Shetland Beach Tan champion ten years running.”
 
“Wait…ponies TAN? Why did no one tell me this? But you have, like…fur. How does that even work?”
 
“You have to shave it off at the beginning of the season, you oil up, lay in the sun a few hours. You start slow, you wanna build up to it so you don’t burn. I’d go from kind of a light pink to this gorgeous deep-gold color in a couple months. I started when I was a filly, and I was winning magazine endorsements by the time I was 17. Modeling paid my way through college. [sighing intensifies] I really miss that.”
 
“Sounds…well, kinda hot, exactly.”
 
“Heh…figures. A LOT of stallions are into shaved mares.”
 
“Err…humans too. That’s a thing for us too, sometimes. Plenty of humans like a smooth, shiny partner. We aren’t known for growing a lot of fur, but we DO grow it on certain parts of our bodies.”
 
[Smirking intensifies] Do tell.
 
“…you peeked, didn’t you?”
 
“…maybe?”
 
“Great, I’m sharing my home with a voyeuristic ghost.”
 
“Okay, I peeked ONCE…this week.
 
“Huh?”
 
“Oh, nothing.”
 
“You know, I didn’t really MIND waking up…under you. Wow, that sounded waaay dirtier than it did in my head..”
 
“Heh…you really didn’t?”
 
It was kind of - nice, actually. I was a little cold too. Do you mind…?”
 
“I’d love to. You’re like a great big ol’ heater! It’s awesome!”
 
“Just…can you try not to make the ‘WOOO WOOO’ noises this time?”
 
“Okaaaaaaay. i just can’t have any fun
 
“I am curious about something, but I don’t want to be too nosy. And it might be a sensitive subject…”
 
“Oh, you wanna know how I died? Oh hell, I’d love to tell you!”
 
“I guess it wasn’t that sensitive. Yeah?”
 
“Oh, it was a freak accident involving me, two llamas, 82,000 pounds of black market Silly String and 147 Marexican cops. Still wanna know?”
 
“I…don’t think I can’t live WITHOUT knowing.”
 
“Heh…strap in, partner.”