Fast forward to the following morning. I get up and go into bathroom, and Mrs. S says, "looks like you didn't die last night." To which I reply, "Yes I did. I'm a ghost now. I have returned to haunt you." She wasn't even sad that I died.
So this whole weekend whenever she would be mean to me, or mock me, or whatever, I would start talking in this high vibrato voice like a ghost. And I would say, "OOOOOOOHH....You're going to miss me when I'm gone" or "you should have been nice to me when you had a chance" or other random things.
Of course, as much as I tried, this had no guilt effect on her at all. She would only mock me more for "pretending" to be a ghost, and tell me that I was "weird" or "a two year old" or "not normal." Whatever all those things mean. I told her that she was the one that was weird because she was seeing and talking to a ghost.
I sure hope that if I ever do die, I am able to come back and haunt her for real. But in a good way. In the way that reminds her that she can't ever love anybody as much as she loves me, so she therefore should not try at all.
And if I was a ghost that was "haunting" her, then we could do fun things together like make pottery. I understand from the movies that that is something that ghosts and their alive lovers like to do. Makes sense I guess.
Stickman out!
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