The first story I wrote was called “Attack of the Giant Killer Underwear”. It was about a batch of dirty underwear that got exposed to toxic radiation and grew to an enormous size. They gained sentience and travelled to Singapore, wreaking havoc along the way.
I wanted to explore the frustrations a supernatural being would face. Both are beings treated as the unseen by most of society, both are trying to hold on to the things that make them human. The connecting ectoplasm between apparitions and the marginalized? They’re both holding on tightly to their identity and humanity.