Haunted

“Booh!” yelled the ghost, jumping out at me.

“Booh, yourself,” I replied.

“You are an intruder in my home. I may be dead, but that doesn’t mean I’ll willingly leave this house.”

“Suit yourself,” I shrugged. “I bought this place fair and square and I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s a bad decision. I swore to haunt this house and haunt it I will. And I’ll haunt you as long as you stay.”

“Whatever,” I said. “I’m haunted by my bad decisions, my regrets, my insecurities, and my fear of the future. I doubt you can do anything worse to me.”

Florian writes long and short stories, likes cheese, and is a friend to dogs and pandas everywhere. @ndbag.bsky.social