Haunting Around

“So, can you kill these 3 people for this amout of money?” I asked, and the assassin nodded and said that she could indeed.

“Very good.” I said, handing her the money, “Your reputation precedes you, and so I trust that the job will indeed be done.”

She took the money and left me standing alone, and I spent the next few days eagerly awaiting news of the deaths of those who had killed my family.

Eventually, their deaths happened, and I couldn’t even muster up any excitement about it.

Honestly; their deaths were tragedies, just like the deaths of my husband and children had been, and killing them hadn’t brought back any of the people who I loved from their graves.

Now I faced the question of what to do now…

I didn’t even really care to continue living, but it seemed likely enough that I did indeed have years and years of living left to do…

And so I developed a drinking habit.

It wasn’t good…

I pretty much just drank and broke stuff around my fancy mansion for several years, and there wasn’t much of a silver lining to being alive.

Then, I died of accidental alcohol poisoning one day, and I became a ghost.

So now I haunt this mansion and occasionally cause problems for the people who share it with me, but I only mess with them when they annoy me.

The current inhabitants of the house are a wealthy couple, their butler, and their nanny.

Since they’re pretty new to the mansion, they haven’t really evoked my ire yet; but you never know what tomorrow will bring, amirite?

I often wonder why I’m stuck here at this mansion and haven’t gone to Purgatory or something, but I guess there must be some sort of closure or something that I need, ya know?

Beats me, to be honest; but I guess that I’ll either find out the mystery of my continued presence here or I won’t at some point, but in the meantime I’ll just keep on haunting around I guess…