Melancholy Ghost Broken Umbrella Midnight

He died. Then it rained. Now he is wet AND dead. Some people just cannot catch a break.

The umbrella has three holes and zero dignity. The bats are not laughing — they are just bats. But it feels like laughter. The jack-o'-lanterns get it. They have been grinning at nothing for centuries.

As a lock screen, the white ghost pops like a flashlight in a basement. The 4K upscale keeps every raindrop sharp. Your missed calls become part of the haunted scenery.

For something that grins instead of sulks: wide-eyed grin horror. For more spectral gloom: nocturnal ghost manor.