Spirit Serial Killer
The media has a very anti-ghost agenda. Many spirits I have encountered are kind, curious, and eager to please and help both the living and the dead, no shit.
I fell in love with several spirits during a Historic Society investigation; when the decaying mansion failed to garner any love from the society, I moved into that frathouse of ghosts.
They are a blast - my ghosts know all the cool people. Jim Morrison, Diogenes, Joan of Arc, all ideal guests - great laughs and conversations without worrying about anyone drinking my vodka or passing out on my commode.
They make every holiday fun (except Halloween, nobody wants to come over during that time of the month), their creaking footsteps lull me to sleep like the rain, their calming whispers are always there when the fear of mortality becomes overwhelming. The lady ghosts (or at least they claimed they were) could manipulate just enough matter in the right space within this dimension. They were my closest compatriots, and I loved every night living with the spirits - and that rustled the wrong jimmies.
"THAYRE ALL DEAD HGOST LOVER!" was written on my door in neat, loopy pink and purple sparkling handwriting. I asked my ghosts if they had seen anything - the beings who now saw Time and Space as one all said "Nope! Well, that's friggin' creepy!"
We tried to form a game plan to find out who the spirit serial killer was we but ended up inviting the ghost of Lenin to the party to deliberately misunderstand and push him just to hear him blow his top. When I woke up from my Leninade blackout, half my ghost buddies were in full alert panic - their friends were gone. Vanished. Erased from even Death itself.
My house ghosts fled, feeling unsafe in my property. I was heartbroken. In the fog of my lonely woe, the phone rung. I knew from the laugh on the other side that it was the SSK, BUT STILL I asked with a trembling voice who he was. A sick beat almost covered his words, but I managed to hear him growl: "I'mma Ghost, Busta."
Credited to IamHowardMoxley
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