But at the same time i'd be afraid of him, because he'd become a ghost. He'd be a teenage ghost. He;d be missing all the fun, so he'd hang around those places where he used to play marbles or hopscotch...i"d never dare to put any of my marbles onto the ground in case they rolled into a hole. T wouldn't dare to go into the garden by myself either. What if the jasmine flowers suddenly started smelling more and more fragrant, suggesting a spirit was around?