[ WP ] You have a ghost in your house , all it does is try to scare you but not really trying to harm you . One day you 're got tired of his shit .

The chair moved. Another vase fell off the shelf. I sighed as I made my way to the bathroom. The lights flickered. I saw a bloody face in the mirror. I sighed again as I took another uncomfortable dump. 
 
 
'That was an expensive vase' 
 
 
 I sigh again as I open the door and see a masked face appear and scream at me before disappearing the next second. I sit on the couch and turn on the TV. Static. 
 
 
'Ugh.' 
 
 
 I feel a hand around my ankle. 
 
 
 Absolutely frustrated I pull my leg and stare at the skeleton I dragged out with it. 
 
 
 `` Now listen here you.'' 
 
 
 The skeleton turned into a small girl with bloody eyes and started walking towards me. 
 
 
 `` Mr. Ghost, we need to talk.'' 
 
 
 Now he's wearing a hockey mask with an intense weapon in his hand. 
 
 
 `` I do n't think I can handle this any longer.'' 
 
 
 The thing in front of me stops moving. 
 
 
 `` I think... I think we need a break.'' 
 
 
 It turns into a translucent human. It looks at me with sad eyes. 
 
 
 `` W-what do you mean?'' 
 
 
 `` I think I need my own space. I ca n't do this anymore. You're gon na have to find someone else to bothe- I mean scare.'' 
 
 
 `` But, what did I do wrong?'' 
 
 
 `` Nothing!'' I gasp. `` You're amazing at what you do, but... I think you need to do it to someone else... Someone who appreciates you.'' 
 
 
 `` You mean... You... You... Do n't... want me anymore?'' 
 
 
 Translucent tears fall down his cheek. 
 
 
 `` You see, people usually die a day or two after being tortured by a ghost. But you just seem to try new ways to scare me, and honestly.... It's not working anymore.'' 
 
 
 The ghost hung his head. I felt kind of sorry for him. He was n't doing any real harm. He just wanted a friend. Someone to scare. 
 
 
 `` I understand.'' He said. `` I'll leave you alone.'' 
 
 
 He turns to walk away. My heart ca n't bear it any longer. 
 
 
 `` Wait.'' 
 
 
 He turns back with hopeful eyes. 
 
 
 `` Do n't go.'' 
 
 
 `` Really?'' He says with feeling. 
 
 
 I do n't have time to think about what I'm saying. 
 
 
 `` I'll be with you if you're lonely-'' 
 
 
 `` REALLY?'' he says. 
 
 
 Before I can say another word he stabs me. 
 
 
 I sigh again. Goddammit Frank.
