Goose Bump Down

The ghost refused to get out of the bed.

“It’s raining and miserable outside,” it said.

We said we felt the exact same way. That’s why we wanted to get in bed ourselves. But if it didn’t at least move over, we’d have no room.

“It’s my turn. You were in bed all night while I was out haunting and spooking. It was terrible. I think I might be coming down with something.”

We told them ghosts can’t get sick. It said it felt like pneumonia. We said we’d make tea if they got up. But the ghost wouldn’t budge.

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