this morning #90.

this morning, there was a 99% chance that a ghost was there in the bedroom shifting things around on the dresser. that was definitely a faint scratching! a cold draft hit him in the eyes but with the lights off, there was no way to tell what the source was. it didn’t help that this particular apparition failed to emit any spiritual glow. still, he froze in the bed & held the covers tight over his body, unable to even work up the nerve to call for his wife, who was up before dawn & downstairs brewing coffee. it was as if the ghost waited for her to leave before making its presence known. just thinking about it made the scratching sound start up again. he’d wait. he’d wait for his wife to return. he’d wait for his wife to return & discover a mouse on the dresser.