“So that’s the haunting?”
“Yup,” said Charlie.
The blue triangle hovered in midair, making a soft humming sound. Florence scratched her nose and cocked her head to one side. “What’s it the ghost of?”
“Dunno. Not a person, definitely.”
“Jackie’s house has a ghost. It manifests as an insect swarm.”
“Sounds gross.” Charlie continued playing his video game.
Flo shrugged. “Keeps the floors clean. You gonna get it exorcised?”
“Nah. It’s got a nice kind of white noise tone. Maybe if it starts dumping squirrel carcasses again.”
“Was it doing that?”
“Either that or a stray cat. Not sure which.”
DP FICTION #5: “Not a Bird” by H.E. Roulo
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