Living In The Haunted House

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lashes of lightning and a torrential downpour. The lights,

k mist slipped through the window cracks. It landed o

to mess with the lights when making an entra

dejected look. He clinked two beer bottles together and opened

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few gulps of beer. His Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow. Sen

"I've worked so diligently for so long, always following orders without q

t. She, who had just calmed down, started wailing again. The t

tion as a ghost therapist. Why did every ghos

rmanently, though their constant

n the middle of a meal, she would suddenly stare off int

start counseling her, using hi

e up himself, turning the scen

en went about my routine of b

verwhelmed with spreadsheets, my manager brought someone over. Amid the chat

in the sales department. Le

ed mech

sat down

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doing here?"

g a new identity is a piece of cake," he said, s

host, mainly because of his strikingly handsome face. Init

comes your colleague, he takes on the everyday grind of the

emained abysmal. Gradually, no one but

y day made me feel like

e home to find that Lady Ghos

ed much more clear-headed. She even started car

o cook. Despite Lady Ghost and I trying to

gently. I reassured her, "It's okay. If

than a loud "bang!" res

en had e