“It’s just steam. Just steam.”
Gherkin the ghost looked doubtfully at the living being, fearing for its sanity. He wished he could talk and communicate with the living. But if he could, he would have told his “family” not to touch his nintendo wii. The therapy was helping with the disease of death. He went on Tuesdays and Thursdays to talk about his death and the therapist consoled his lack of gaming consoles among other things.
He’d found a nice cozy cottage to haunt, but then the owner showed up.There are people who believe in ghosts, mostly because their ex-es or partners show displeasure by burning the living people’s bacon, or hiding one sock. But this guy was firmly against ghosts.
Gherkin had been enjoying TV and practicing his floating when the guy bodly walked into the room as if - never mind. Gherkin tripped on a dense patch of air and stood face to face with the newcomer.
They had stared at each other for a while and then looked away like a speed date gone wrong.
That was when one of them called the other evaporating water. Gherkin had spent months in front of a therapist, building up his self - esteam er, and the stranger really hurt him by not even speculating if he was indeed a ghost.
Gherkin moved over to the window for better lighting.
“Wonky cloud. Weird shape.” the stranger said dismissively.
An angry Gherkin then went on to do his ultimate move and walked through the human. This was every bit as distasteful to Gherkin as to the human because he had no fondness for the gruesome human organs and blood. Ugh if anything ghosts should be scared of humans.
This had the effect of the human turning up his thermostat, but he was shaken. There was an element of doubt in his mind about ghosts. He sat there a while, shivering.
He got up suddenly and raced out of the door. Normally, Gherkin would get back to his routine but he was curious as to what the human would do. So, he followed him.
Gherkin congratulated himself for coming along because the antics of the human were better than TV. He was looking dubiously at a smoking onion and waving it wildly if he heard even so much as a rustle of wind.
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He stopped in front of a building, and gherkin gave a theatrical moan which caused a nearby baby to stop crying. It was Dr.Boo’s hospital for grieving ghosts. Weirdly referred to in the human world as a mental hospital. Not that Gherkin blamed them for the hospital was the only place where ghosts were allowed to talk about their feelings. A wandering human would get caught and be the unwitting listener to a thousand ghost stories. The humans had been civil enough to abandon the building after the limbo pact of 1999.
Why was this human going in?
The human was paying no heed to the voices, just muttering under his breath.
He took out a pill and popped it.
Gherkin thought he would need a lot of therapy when he crosses over.