Truth be told, I thought I was dreaming, but since when do dreams feel so...real! I hope that I am dreaming, but some part of me, wants this to be real. Well, I have seen stranger things.
There was a huge gap of awkward silence as he smokes his cigarette. I decided to break the silence.
'So...Why are you here?' I asked nervously.
'I told you, this is my house and this is my room!' he said, tired of repeating himself.
'Yeah, but since I live here now, can we call it MY room?'
'Uhhh... NO!' he said bitterly.
I think this ghost is trying to get me out of this house. I have to get rid of it somehow, but what can I do? I pinched myself to make sure that I was dreaming. I wasn't. Now that I have established that, I have to find the ghost's weakness. I decide to stall.
'What WERE you're hobbies?' I asked trying to act like I care.
'I used to play Chinese checkers with the butcher's son,' Adrian said, 'he was my best friend.'
'Interesting...'
There has to be some way to get rid of him. Using brute force won't work, he's a ghost...that smokes. What are ghosts most afraid of?
'Oh Tim Robbinson,' Adrian was babbling to himself, 'if only I can see you again.'
Maybe I can vacuum him into an anti-ghost bag... Wait. Ghosts are afraid of the light. I thought that the light in the room was a bit dark. Where is a strong source of light? I have quite a strong flashlight in my desk drawer. I quietly opened the drawer. That Adrian ghost is still rambling on. I took my flashlight and pointed it at him, switched on, as fast as I can.
'Die ghost, DIEEEE!' I shouted.
I looked to see if he is still there, and he was, not impressed at all.
'Oh, so that's how it was going to be!' Adrian sneered
He looked angry as he approuched me. I am about to be killed by a ghost. What am I going to do? If I was going to do something, I'd better do it fast. I stood up and ran for the door, but the ghost slammed it shut. He took out something that looked like a butcher's knife. It can't end like this.
Suddenly, out of the blue, my teeth started to glow. It became brighter and brighter and then...I smiled. The ghost grunted at the sight of the bright light my teeth were giving off. The light became brighter and brighter. The ghost screamed like a baby.
'Aaaahhhhh!' he screamed, 'Turn it off, turn it off!'
'Why should I?' I asked angrily.
'I can help you!' he said out of desperation.
I closed my mouth and therefore dimmed the light.
'I can help you,' he repeated, 'only if you help me first.'
I didn't know if I can trust him, but help from a ghost can be usefull.
So what was I to do?
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