My husband's ghost

Chapter 4

As Celeste throws her keys on the table in the entrance, she glares at Michael, who is calmly skipping through the different chanels on the TV, while he makes a mess with his takeout food.

-"How the hell did you get that?" The widow asks, her hands on her hips.

"It magically appeared infront of my eyes! I ordered it, idiot."

-"I beg your pardon? Who's money did you use to order that buffet?!"

"Yours."

-"Are you messing with me, Michael? This is at least fifty dollars worth of food!

"Correction: 74$."

-"Gosh, Michael! If you weren't already dead, I would kill you on spot!"

"I love you too babe."

-"Oh shut up."

Celeste stomps her way into the kitchen and opens her laptop as she sits on the island stool. She opens Google and types: "How to get rid of a ghost". As her eyes analyze every single link and description, she scrolls until she finds a site that looks trustworthy to her taste. It brings her to a homepage, featuring a picture of three people. She scrolls down a bit and finds the description of their job.

Our mission is to make everyone feel safe in their homes, by removing unwanted ghosts. Ghosts can be fun and cool, until they become toxic. Most spirits do not want to move on, so they find a way to stay on earth. How? By finding a person that care a lot about them, and not letting them move on from their death. It can be parents, friends, wifes, husbands, girlfriends or boyfriends. Anybody that loved them very much. If you want advice or want a ghost removal, contact us here, at ***-***-****.

As Celeste takes out her phone and starts dialing the number, a hand quickly snatches the phone out of her grasp.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Says a british voice behind her.

-"It's nothing Michael, I was just gonna ask some questions..."

"You want to get rid of me?" He asks, not looking sweet anymore. The tone of his voice and his stare made goosebumps run through Celeste's back. She was scared.

-"No, not at all! I was just-"

"Don't lie to me Celeste, I know you want to get rid of me."

He slowly comes closer to her. eleste attempts to run but he quickly grabs her arm and pulls her closer to him.

-"Let me go Michael! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You can't get rid of me baby. I will always come back."

-"Michael let go, now!" She yells. "You can't even hurt me, you're dead!"

Still holding her arm tightly her leans in closer and whispers in her ear.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, darling."

Michael lets go of her arm and walks back to the living room. Still in shock by her husband's aggressivity, Celeste can barely move. She had never seen him talk with such authority and aggressivity. He was usually sweet and would never lay a hand on her. She knew what she needed to do. Not only for her sanity, but now it was also for her safety.

Michael was so absorbed with staying "alive" that he would even hurt the woman he loved most. He would do anything to make Celeste stay and not move on. He could never tolerate to see her spend her life with another man.

Quietly, Celeste sneaked out of the house through the back door. She calmly went to her car and drived to her sister Vanessa's house. As the rain hit the ground, Celeste knocked on her sister's door, already wet from the storm. Vanessa opened the door and was clearly surprised from her sister's unannounced visit.

-"Celeste... what are you doing here?"

-"I think I'm going insane."

Vanessa quickly pulled her sister inside and hugged her, ignoring her wet clothes and hair.

-"Stay here, I'm gonna get the shower ready. Get out of those clothes, you'll catch a cold, you can use my bathrobe that's hanging on the bathroom door."

Without saying a word, Celeste listened to her sister. She got rid of her wet clothes and put on the soft and warm bathrobe. Her caring sister took care of making her a nice and warm shower and took out some clothes for her sister to put on. After her shower, Celeste came out of the bathroom, all cleaned and warm, with her older sister's dry and comfy clothes. On the coffee table sat two cups, filled with hot tea.

-"Take a seat." Vanessa said as she designed an arm chair to her sister. "I made your favorite, green tea with some honey."

Celeste quietly took a sip of the tea and couldn't help but smile a bit. She loved when her sister made tea, it was different than when she would mae it herself.

-"Celeste... I'm worried about you."

The widow looked at her loving sister and noticed the worry on her pretty face.

-"If I tell you what's wrong, you won't believe me."

-"I'll be the judge of that."

-"Michael's dead, but I can still see him."