Nerves shredded by months of shrieking, Harold applied for immediate removal of the ghost. The council declined. “Long-term occupant,” said the clerk. “He has rights.”
“But he’s dead!”
“Makes no difference, sorry.”
That night, the ghost gibbered until 3 a.m. Next morning, Harold received an eviction notice—for unlawful harassment.
British-born writer and translator Heather Starastin lives in Toronto and enjoys writing fiction about ordinary people encountering improbable situations. She is indefatigable in her pursuit of the perfect cup of tea.
Loved this, very amusing.
Cute story, Heather!
Very well done – and so clever!
lots of fun!
Bureaucracy at it’s finest. Thank you!
Entertaining Heather! Keep up the awesome stories!
As a Scot, I was brought up to accept the existence of ghoulies and ghosties along with long-leggedy beasties, so I’m on the ghostie’s side. Thanks for the chuckle.
Found it spooky at first but then came the chuckle! Thanks 😊