Ghosts are there reading newspapers and laughing

I seen the bald head of a
ghost on the train. He
was reading a newspaper. I knew
it’s him because he had that faint
pink light coming off of him.
No one else noticed it, but I
noticed it. I remembered his funeral.
Then he saw me remembering
his funeral and he laughed at my
memory. Except, he pretended
he was laughing at something in the
newspaper.