[ WP ] We always hear about ghost stories where things go missing . Why do ghosts take our things and what do they do with them ?

Ellen sat motionless on, or rather was enveloped by the oversized leather lazyboy. She no longer had the capability of feeling physically uncomfortable, but she imagined the large piece of furniture would have wrought havoc on her back when she was still among the living. “ Now, the previous owners had a proper chair, ” She thought longingly, picturing the classic wooden rocking chair with the hand sewn cushion. “ These modern folk have no concept of subtlety. How is a lady to sit properly in such a contraption? ” 
 
 Fond memories of days long gone were quickly interrupted as the family lab came shooting from within the bowels of the home, taking up new residence at the window beside the door. “ Ah the lady of the house must be back, ” Ellen said to herself as she began her efforts to free herself from within the ample seating, movement hampered greatly not only by her position on the furniture but also her hunger. 
 
 Ellen at length came to her feet, straightening her dress as the homeowner walked in. Ashley was her name; a woman in her thirties and of modest physique, Ellen saw a bit of herself in her. Though she still could not surmise why this woman insisted on wearing pants. Even knowing it was common these days, it seemed improper. 
 
 Ashley warded off the barrage of loving licks from the tail wagging dog and made her way to the bathroom. Ellen tried to follow but was becoming more sluggish with every step. Her vision suddenly blurred and her mind became like cool molasses as thoughts just couldn ’ t quite form. She suddenly could not recall what she needed to do. She felt peckish, that much was clear, but she no longer knew where she was or what to do. Ellen collapsed on the floor and the room began to spin. 
 
 When Ellen came to, it was dark. She had never truly lost consciousness, but was so disoriented that all concept of time was lost. By no means was she feeling well, but Ellen could at least stand and make cohesive thoughts. Walking over to the kitchen, she looked at the calendar hanging on the refrigerator, “ she has it crossed off until August second. Ok I was only out for about a week this time. ” 
 
 Ellen slowly made her way to the bathroom, hardly able to stay on her feet. “ Its not here, ” she cursed as she stumbled into the bedroom. Ashley and… Rick she believed, were sound asleep with the dog curled cozily at their feet. “ There it is, ” Ellen spoke as she walked over to the bedside table and with every bit of strength she had, grabbed the wedding ring that lay innocently among Ashley ’ s possessions. 
 
 Instantly, Ellen felt sharper of mind as she fed off the ring. “ She can have this back in a few days when I ’ m done, ” Ellen said on her way back to the enormous chair. With each passing generation, Ellen found that people became less sentimental about their possessions. Food was increasingly scarce and she already drove the last people out of the home by feeding too often on the same items. They noticed her and sold the house, but at least they had a few items to feed off of. The current owners threaten to starve her entirely. Sitting down with a face full of satisfaction, Ellen knew at least she had just bought herself another few months.
