Summary:

Foster O’Connell was struck by lightning on a warm, somewhat humid August afternoon, and without a doubt, he could confirm that it was nothing like the movies. In cartoons, sizzling energy would surround a character, illuminating their skeleton and leaving them with smoking fried hair standing on end and a soot-stained face. Either that or superpowers. Foster got none of that, and he felt himself slightly cheated. Instead, he’d gotten some patchy third-degree burns, a brutal shock to the nervous system, a minor focal epilepsy diagnosis, and a killer headache.

Oh, and the fact that he could now see ghosts was a new development as well.