The thing about writing is that you have to get into a state of flow with it. Not think too much about the story structure or plot or precision with which you write or any of that stuff.
Okay, I guess I need to make some sort of point before this runs too long, and it would have to be this: never lose sight of why you picked up the pen in the first place. Always stay true to pen and craft, no matter what.
The ghost ripped, tore, and yanked itself in the slowest, most gut-wrenching, gruesome way one could imagine. It skin tore like cheese from a pizza, its mouth opened so wide the corners started to tear, its chest split in half and revealed a beating heart doing the same, intestines leaked out and were sucked back in as if by a vacuum and black goo welled up and covered its insides.