Supernatural: Making Up Ghosts, I'm Raking It In

When Grandma left me her funeral shop and a glowing vanity that 'bridges yin and yang,' I thought it was just superstition—until a pale woman in white floated through my door with no feet touching the ground. She wasn't here to haunt me. She wanted makeup. One last beautiful look for her husband before moving on. As I steadied my trembling hands, the vanity blazed to life, cosmetics swirling in mid-air. Turns out, the dead pay well—and they're my best customers. Now I'm running the hottest beauty service in both worlds, making ghosts gorgeous and my pockets heavy. Business has never been bette…