The Ghost
Written by: jbusch30
I got tired of the ghost waking me up every night. A person can only take so much listening to moaning without it being the good kind of moaning.
Apparently ghosts bother people, because he or she wants us to do something that they, the dead, cannot. So in a way a ghost is a lot like that annoying friend who’s always inviting you to do something horrible.
So I hired a ghost expert to tell me what the little bugger wanted. I can’t believe that I paid that much, but like I said, I was sick of the moaning.
The ghost wanted ketchup. Turns out that the ghost had died waiting for the waitress to bring ketuchup for its french fries.
So I moved.
Now instead of hearing moaning, I hear my neighbors yelling at one another. I think I’m going to like it here.
