It was with the deepest surprise that I found my not altogether roomy flat to be already inhabited. Fortunately, being a ghost, my companion did not consume as much space and nourishment as I.
He made himself known in the most benign of ways known to the dead: he cleared his throat.
I educated myself on spirits that same day. There seemed to be no removal of him that would not involve a priest, and as my last tête-à-tête with a holy man did not go very well, it seemed he would have to remain.
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General FictionMy name is Phineus. I have recorded here, for your enlightenment, the converse between the fellow with whom I shared a modest lodging. He I roomed with was remarkable in two aspects: First, he was dead. A wraith lacking a body. Second, he was se...
