The Ghost Spoke Again Today.


There is a spirit inhabiting the store I work at. It made itself known to me the first time I worked there. It doesn’t seem mean or feel threatening, it simply likes to knock shit down occasionally. It likes to make itself known.

Today, I was checking a customer out (both literally and figuratively, the fellow was FAF1,) when a display by the door abruptly tumbled over sans physical contact. The ghost2 once again seemed to feel the urge to be known by we other occupants. It was the largest display of selfhood from the haunt I have been privileged to experience to date. I wonder who it was trying to express itself to.. What did it want to say?

  1. Fine as fuck ↩︎

  2. Or spirit, or daemon, or… Still not sure of the spirit’s organizational category. ↩︎