I'm a ghost

I step outside into the darkness, light as day for me, the sun a source of black energy, no longer a light.  My human steps out following me.  Well, not exactly my human.  I'm kind of forced to live with and obey him because he accidentally held a summoning seance and doesn't know how to send me back.
"Are you sure this will work?" He asks me, unsure.
"Sure as Hell."
"But it isn't sure that Hell exists."
"It's sure to me." I respond blandly.  He oftens forgets that I'm a ghost, and that I'm sentenced to die 50 years in  Hell, during which point I must do odd jobs such as answering Ouija boards and seances.  During life I was a member of a notorious group of highwaymen and women.  I gave up on that after a while, but I nver atoned for my sins enough to be heaven worthy.  At least, not until my sentence was up.
"Well, what have we got here?  Wednesday Semana back from the dead?" Ripper (Harold) Yorthington steps out from the shadows.  He referring to the fact that I basically disappeared from the area after quitting the gang.
"Oh, you have no idea."  I respond smugly.
"So, what do you think about joining back up with us?  We're currently after Torston Ghestis."
"You mean me?" Torston steps out from behind me.
"I'll let you do the honors, Wednesday."
"Sorry, but I have no intention of joining back up with you.  In fact, I intend to stop you."  I answer.
"Well then I'll just kill you first." Ripper moves towards me and starts sawing my arm in half.
"It won't do any good.  I'm a ghost."  I grin at him.  He falters, but keeps sawing.  I grmace.  I may be dead, but it still hurts.

*wake up*