Updated and Edited 06/05/2012
We had arrived at my house in matter of minutes. What can I say? I liked to drive fast. That, coupled with the fact that I had my not-so-invisible-invisible stalker with me, made me a little anxious to say the least.
“Phyllie?” I yelled once we stepped through the carved double oak front doors. I put my bag and jacket on a cushioned side bench, just by the stairs and walked towards the kitchen. I walked in to see Phylamina sitting at the dining table with a large mug of coffee before her. Her head was resting on the newspaper, which was on the table. It looked like she was trying to see through the whole thing. She was snoring lightly. Looks like she was making up for lost sleep as well.
“Phyllie?” I called gently, shaking her slightly. She stirred a little, but didn't fully awaken. I looked over at ghost guy, who was just watching the whole thing expressionless. On the ride over here, he was quiet. 'Things not so funny for him anymore,' I thought. I took a step back from my aunt.
'Well, this might help,' I thought wryly.
“Phylamina! Ghost!” I yelled at the top of my voice. She shot up as though she had been electrocuted. Her hair, which was normally frizzy, looked positively wild now.
“What?...Where?” She was looking around the whole kitchen, looking for the ghost in question. The look on her face was priceless. I was having trouble standing up straight, I was laughing so uncontrollably. Ghost guy had lost his vapid expression the moment Phyllie had shot and was now laughing just as much as me.
“What, in the name of Barbra Streisand’s Knickers do you think you're doing!? You almost gave me heart attack!” Phyllie was looking directly at me, as though I was the only one who was laughing.
“Well, I suppose this points out the obvious that it is only you who can see me.” Ghost guy said, voicing my thoughts.
“Well, that's not going to really help us, is it?” I replied, a little put out. I was hoping my aunt would be able to see him too. Frankly, I was beginning to think I was going insane.
Too much Stimulating Draught.
“What are you talking about?” My aunt looked at me, questioning my sanity.
‘Great that makes me feel better,' I thought sarcastically.
“That's not going to help with what?” She continued to ask.
“Funny you should ask that Phyllie, because it turns out there is a ghost here. Only I'm the only one who can see him.” I spoke nonchalantly, as I took a seat opposite my aunt.
“What?” She looked partly concerned and partly intrigued.
“Well, it turns out I've been practically stalked for about a year by a ghost, whom until now I couldn't see. Makes for an interesting day, doesn't it?” I threw in the last bit for ghost guy and he just chuckled at me.
“You can see him then? When you couldn't before? I've never heard of a ghost being able to do that before. I mean you can either see them or you can't. There's really no in between.” She began mumbling to herself, whilst stroking her chin. She was definitely intrigued then. She always strokes her chin when she discovers something new and exciting.
Kind of like an evil genius.
“Well, technically speaking I'm not really a ghost. After all, in order to be a ghost, I am assuming one needs to die.”
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