Sharon watched her life being packed away in charity boxes.
“What an ugly thing,” a man in overalls said, holding a purple vase. “Oops.” It shattered on the floor.
How dare you! I loved that vase.
An icy breeze blew into the room. The lights flickered. The shutters opened and closed. The man’s eyes filled with terror, and his face turned ashen.
Sharon slumped and stopped. What was she doing? She didn’t want to be that kind of ghost.
But didn’t she deserve a little fun?
She pulled out every plate off the shelves, cackling and moaning, and yelled, “Oops.”
Author’s Note: I had an idea about a ghost watching her apartment being emptied and not being happy about it.
Nice! Definitely not what I expected.
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