Den didn't mean to. He just wasn't paying attention. So he didn't notice the sign that said to keep off the grass. He was so busy checking his texts that he hadn't noticed a strange little ball of white soon appear behind his steps over a broken grass leaf.
" I...I'm free...? "
The curious little ball of disfigured life asked as it looked toward the back of it's strange liberator. When he had stopped in his tracks for a moment and turned about to look where he had gone, it lit up almost like a candle flame.
" Wow....he's cute....h-hello..?"
He couldn't hear it. Of course he couldn't. No one had heard them for so many years. They didn't even have a mouth to speak with. Maybe though..maybe if they snuck into his pocket..maybe they could introduce themselves and...yes...it was decided! He looked like he could use a good haunting anyway.