Once inside, she removed her jacket and shoes, and padded on stockinged feet into the living room. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Robert walked up and down one side of the room, pipe smoke trailing behind him, the little old lady had taken over Kay’s armchair and was busy knitting, while the ghost cat chased the ghost rabbit, both getting tangled up in ghostly wool.
When Kay retreated to the kitchen to make herself a much-needed cup of tea, Edith was there, trying to lend a helping ghostly hand. Kay grabbed a half bottle of vodka from the fridge and took it out to the garden, where Muffin was hiding under a bush. She pulled up a garden chair and swigged from the bottle, muttering to Muffin, who jumped onto her lap and stared at her with emerald eyes.
“What am I going to do about them? I can’t ask them what they want, none of them speaks. What if I ask them to leave? Will they get upset and haunt me forever? Where would they go? But we’d miss Maurice, wouldn’t we, Muffin? And the rabbit’s no trouble.”
That night, Kay did not get to sleep for hours. The new neighbours were not exactly noisy, but she was aware of their presence next door. They played music until after midnight, there were children who quarrelled in the bedroom on the other side of the wall. there were dogs that barked, and whenever someone let the dogs out into the back garden, they slammed the back door.
The next day was Kay’s day off, and she did not wake up until next door’s car revved up and the father shouted at the kids to get a move on. Her head pounded. She swore she would never drink vodka again. She stayed in bed until there were no sounds from next door, not even from the dogs. The woman must have taken them for a walk.
Luv the eeirie silence of morning after with her hangover , she certainly had a busy ghostly night
Happy Sunday
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much love…
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Thanks Gillena! Happy Sunday to you – with much love!
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Love your storytelling and eagerly await the next instalment.
If there was such a ghostly presence in my humble abode, I think I would be swigging vodka too.
Anna :o]
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Thank you, Anna!
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Past occupants in a dwelling could be quite a nuisance if they were always around taking away your privacy. However they might be an assurance that death doesn’t end everything but merely scare the wits our of you!
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Eagerly awaiting Episode 6.
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It sounds like hell maybe to me, loud neighbors AND ghosts! What a dilemma. Maybe she’s dead too?
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You’ll have to wait and see!
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There is NOTHING more annoying than intrusive ghosties. Nothing. Even vodka can’t wash them away. Trust me on this.
You’re tellin it well, KR!
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Thanks Ron! Ghosts are always welcome here.😏
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I hope Kay finds a way to communicate with her neighbors. I bet the exchanges would be beyond interesting…
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More episodes to come!
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Kay ~~~ My kind of gal.
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There’s more to come!
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This is a great read! Keep them coming.
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