ECTOPLASMIC SHOTGUN

My wife and I would hear things around the house after dark, and that night I woke to the horses in a stir. I looked to the stables through the fog of my breath, but the windows were frosted over. The moment my feet touched the floor, I saw him move. A stumpy figure of a man standing in the moonlight. His clothes danced like smoke from a candle. We stared at each other for so long, I thought I was dreaming. Until it swiped the cross off the wall and woke up my wife. I grabbed the shotgun by my bedside, and when I looked back, he was gone. I spared my wife the story, and she went back to sleep, but I sat there in the cold, utterly terrified. Wondering what a buckshot would have done anyhow.

The Ectoplasmic Shotgun is designed for the living, the dead, and anything in between.