The Ghost Was Eating A Peanut Butter SandwichA Story by Rhea752Wearily Shelly Vickers trudged through the door of apartment. She had a grueling day at work and was pretty sure she was about to be fired. All she wanted to do was eat dinner and go to bed. But Fate had another surprise in store for her. The ghost was eating a peanut butter sandwich. She looked slightly amused and the only acknowledgement she gave to me was an appraising look. Then she went back to chowing down on the sandwich. After several minutes of silence she looked back up and told me, "You didn't have any grape jelly, you should get some." "W-what" I replied. I think I was in shock. I mean there was a ghost in my kitchen eating a sandwich. She seemed so mundane. That's when it hit me. "Hey," I said accusingly, "that was the last of the peanut butter!" A bemused expression flitted across her face "It's not funny, now what am I supposed to eat," I grumbled crossly. "I saw some Macaroni in the pantry," she said grinning. "Okay, fine, but... why are you here, I thought ghosts lived in like , Heaven or Hell or something." "Why, because what I was looking for doesn't exist in Heaven," she said matter of factly. "What could you possibly be looking for that doesn't exist in Heaven?" I wondered aloud. Smiling mischievously, she polished off her sandwich and licked her fingers. "Peanut Butter," she said and vanished. "HEY," I yelled after her, "YOU STILL OWE ME SOME PEANUT BUTTER!!!!" But the only reply I received was fading giggle.
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StatsAuthorRhea752Middle Of My Daydreams, FLAboutI am a 15 year old girl who loves to read, write, act, and draw. I just started writing seriously about 2 years ago. I've been published a few times in small online magazines. I am trying to find out .. more..Writing
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