"Denny!"
My eyes shot open only to see this young guy.
He was floating and was glowing grey.
He looked gloomy.
"Oh my god. You're a ghost right?"
"Indeed."
"Damn you Ghostbusters for not being real."
"Calm down , you stalker." he said
"Shut up. What do you want with me anyway?"
"Venus and everyone has a ghost following them. Well she had a ghost.
Anyway when someone dies the ghost is useless and just does nothing.
I am one of those ghosts. I am useless." the ghost guy said.
"Is my ghost hot?" "We can't see each other. You have to die so I can see it."
"Oh."
"Venus knew about me some how. She wanted me to give you this letter 4 weeks after she had died."
the ghost gave me a piece of paper along with a key.
"Goodbye."
"Wait!"
"What?"
"How come I can see you?"
"You figure it out."
What a jackass ghost.
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The Death of Them
Short Story"Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place." John Bender --- [©] all things were created by my stupid mind other than the quotes from Zak & John
