A small cartoon ghost tumbling down the front of the shirt, arms out, with a plain crumpled bed sheet lying near the hem below.
The ghost has not landed in it yet. As with the vampire version, the two pieces are separated by a wide stretch of empty fabric.
A ghost putting its costume back on, mid-air. It is the gentlest possible Halloween joke and it needs no words. Printed on orange it reads as a proper seasonal shirt; the empty space in between is what makes it work.
