#099 Ninety-Nine Ghosts

Every day I wake up to the same annoyances. It usually starts with the doorbell…

I hurry down the stairs, almost tripping over ‘the snoring ghost’, number 16. When I answer the door, I am greeted by the ghastly sight of ghost 78. Its skin is sagging; all gelatin over loose bones.

“What do you want?” I sneer. It wants to be invited in but if I do it’ll never go away. “Sorry, not interested!” I slam the door in what’s left of its face.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself!

Hey, I’m Emmy, and I’m haunted by ninety-nine ghosts.