Tony thought he could appease the ghost. The ghost refused to leave. The ghost would take Tony’s meals. Tony now makes a plate for himself and a seperate plate for the ghost. A few times, the ghost has thrown a plate against the wall. “Great. Clean that up!” Tony fumed. Spaghetti slid down the white wall. “Food costs money.” The ghost replied, “I’ll do whatever I want in my house.”
“You’re selfish. Get a job. Help around here!”
“What kind of job?” the ghost asked.
“Like Halloween stuff? No thanks.”
“Well, do you have a knack for writing?”