Ghostly Activities

“Ah, it’s 6 in the morning, time to wake up.”
I murmured, as I walked through the walls, heading to the bathroom.
Wait, you think it’s weird how I said that?
Don’t worry, I am not using the wrong words.
I am a ghost, so I can do this “walk through things” thing.
So, I went to the bathroom, and took a “shower”.
Well, it was force of habit.
I could affect the real world, like turning the facet on, opening doors, windows, and touching stuff.
But I couldn’t really shower.
After the “shower”, I went to the kitchen to eat my breakfast.
A good ol’ bowl of cereals and a glass of juice was my choice for this morning.
Just when I tried to “enjoy” my breakfast, a shriek interrupted me.
It was Emily, my “roommate”.
After shrieking for a while, she stopped, and frowned.
Massaging her temples, she sighed.
“John! I told you! I eat pancakes on Thursday mornings! Not cereal!”
She said.
I shrugged.
“This is what I made. Eat it or not, it’s up to you!”
I said, leaving for the living room.
She just looked at the table, and started a mini-lecture.
She couldn’t really see me, but she could hear me.
She snorted, but nonetheless, she sat down and ate the breakfast.
Going to the living room, I sat down and turned on the TV.
Not long after I started watching a movie, Emily shouted from the front door.
“I am living, don’t touch my clothes!”
With that, she left.
I sighed, went to her room, and took her “to-be-washed” pile of clothes to the washing machine.
I put the clothes in the machine, and went back to the living room.
I was watching this classic action movie that I always loved.
Later on, I cleaned the house, before “eating” some salad for lunch.
At a bit past 5 pm, Emily came back from work.
Throwing her coat and purse on the couch, she went to the bathroom.
I took the coat and purse, and put them neatly away.
She’s such a messy person.
She shouted suddenly.
“They are all clean, and in perfect condition. What’s your problem?”
I asked.
“But that pile had some of my underwear too!”
She screamed, as she came out of the bathroom, slamming the door.
“I am more than a hundred years old, why do you act so shy?”
I asked, chuckling.
“Your voice is still young! And you do all these ghostly activities, it’s weird!”
She said.
“yes…my voice is quite young…”
I said, sighing.
She also fell silent.
We passed the evening in silence, watching some movies.
The next day, everything was done, just like before.

Published by omnithenerva

Wannabe fiction writer. In love with mythology, and fantasy themes.

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