The Fortune of Goblins

"Gurgle was eager to break into the social scene of the city, having overheard much about it from the lady specter that lived behind his shop. She was always out hanging laundry, gossiping away on the phone. Always. Apparently she had died some years back while hanging laundry, and had simply never stopped. She’d slowly gone from zombie to ghost as her body decomposed, and the city let her be. The property had been kept in the family, but was currently being rented to a cute little family of Drow. Well, one was Drow and the other a Duergar; Gurgle had heard all about them. And what he’d heard of their life had him very interested."