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The coffee cup shook
violently and then rose from the table. The foam at the top morphed into a
horrific visage with an evil smile. The possessed beverage spun and flew in all
directions as though it demanded attention, yet never spilled a single drop. It
flew around the kitchen, hissed at the cat and did a loop around the sink
before it returned to the table. I picked up the cup by the handle and took a
sip.
"That ghost is
getting desperate if he's haunting my coffee," I commented as I took
another sip.
"Does that happen
every morning?" My friend asked while he hid behind the doorframe in the
adjacent room.
"No," I
replied, "yesterday it was the sink. That was a fun hour to clean up after
him."
"How can you live
like this?" My friend peeked out from behind the door.
"It's not that bad
when you get used to it," I answered as I finished my coffee, "yuck,
ghostly aftertaste."
"Sure," my
friend began to slide towards the front door, "I'm leaving before he tries
something on me."
"Ok," I
nodded, "Hey, could you check if the ghost took out the trash on your way
out?"
"What?" My
friend turned back in surprise. Right on cue, the trashcan flipped open and the
trash bag rose out, wrapped itself up and floated out the front door. My friend
stood stock still as the event unfolded, unable to even blink at the sight before
him. "W-what?"
"He can't really
pay rent, so this is how he earns his do," I explained.
"Oh neat," my
friend mumbled as he passed out.
"You'd think he'd
seen a ghost," I joked as I went to help my friend.
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