The door to the Regency Room at the Rolling Hills Country Club burst open. Inside the lights had just gone out, the candles extinguished with a hiss. A woman screamed.

In the open doorway a dark figure stood silhouetted against the florescent lights of the corridor outside.

“I object!” the figure bellowed in a voice that shook the room.

It started inside gliding down the aisle slowly. “Five years ago,” It spoke as it moved, “I promised my love to you and you agreed—”

“I’m going to cut you off right there,” the skinny woman in a black jumpsuit with her blond hair in a tight bun intercepted the ghost halfway down the aisle juggling a clipboard and a radio. “We’re past the whole ‘does anyone object to this marriage’ part. I’m sorry, but you’ve missed your chance on that, sir. Either take a seat or…”

The ghost stood back, towering over the blond woman by a good foot and a half. “Who do you think you are?”

“I’m the wedding coordinator, Jen. I have a card here somewhere…” she fumbled around without immediately coming up with said card. “You know, nevermind. Let’s get you out of here. Back it up tall and ghoully…”

The ghost rose a foot off the ground a raised an arm, extending a bony finger towards the bride who stood next to her almost-husband, both holding recently-blown-out candles they had intended to light the unity candle with. “Amanda! You promised your soul…”

“Hey, ghost guy!” Jan snapped her fingers quickly. “Down here, buddy.” The ghost’s glowing ember eyes snapped down to her. “You. Missed. Your. Chance. Out of here!” she made a shooing motion. “Out!”

“How dare you!” the ghost roared.

“Look, you missed the ‘If anyone objects’ part. If you were here on time then, you know, maybe you could take Amanda’s soul to hell or wherever. But you missed it.” Jen advanced and the ghost slowly started backing towards the entrance.

“I was at the Garden Room! There are many rooms…”

“And who’s fault was that?”

“Well, maybe there should have been a map in the invitation, maybe better signage…” It neared the doorway.

“Did you get an invitation?”

“Well, not technically…” it stepped past the threshold.

“Right. No invitation, no entrance. Have a nice day.”

“Wait!” the ghost protested, but Jen had already closed the door. The ghost banged once on the door, but Jen held it fast. She turned, still holding the door closed. “Padre, light those candles again. Let’s keep this thing rolling!”