Ghosts IN SPAAAAACE!

The uncanny wail echoed through the space station, followed by a skirl of bagpipe music. Captain Amos buried his face in his hands. "Haunts." "Haunts," confirmed his first executive officer. "We are a scientific ship, we do not believe in haunts," the Captain reminded him. His exec shrugged. "Neither do they. They say they stumbled across an impressionable protoplasmic race that made an art form of taking certain kinds of images from the psyches of others and performing those images. Apparently they find our entire race to be full of wondrous muses. The ship left as soon as they figured out they weren't going insane, or at least not in a contagious way. They thought all was well until they found themselves still being haunted. They hoped it was a stowaway. It wasn't. And since our official policy says that we are welcome to all species--"


Inspiration: "Euchari" by Garmarna
Story Potential: High. Okay, fine, medium-high.
Notes: Oh, c'mon, could be lots of fun! Gets filed under "that episodic space station thing." Also under "that IN SPAAAAAACE" thing.