No Need to be Rude: Difference between revisions

"I'm terribly sorry," I apologized.  "You don't even know where the can opener is!"  I moved to the kitchen, grabbing a can of chunky beef stew from the pantry and a can opener from the second drawer by the refrigerator.  Before opening it, I stuck my head back into the living room.  "You're not a vegan or anything, are you?"

 

 

After being in the shower for about fifteen minutes, I switched off the water and pulled back the curtain to reach for my towel.  The ghost was standing in front of me.  She seemed a bit more haggard than before, and I couldn't help but notice that the knife that had been in her chest was now being held in her hand.