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The Ghost With No Manners (Experiment #4)

The Ghost With No Manners

Laid out on the couch
Wasted
Waves in the corner of my eye
I turn to find a figure, beaming with multicolored light
Moving across my wall
I guess people don't knock anymore
Floating around like he pays the rent
Whatever
TV's on
Vision blurry
A loud crash
Turn to a shattered mug on the floor
Really bro? That's rude
I don't go to your dimension and start knocking things down
... or up ... or out ... or whatever directions your dimension has
You listening to me?
No response
I guess people don't say hello anymore
I jump as the bathroom door slams
Jesus! It's 2am. Keep it down
I don't know what to do with this guy
I'm dosing off
I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise
Hearing an eerie whisper in my ear
"Everyone you know will someday die
Then they will be with me, and not with you"
...
You're a jerk.

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  1. I like the combination of meloncholy/supernatural and humor.

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