''I have come to tell you that I am leaving,'' she
staccatoed ...
''Oh, yes, yes!'' I agreed, flapping my arms about to attract attention from the corner. ''That's fine-- great!''
''So you want me to go, do you?'' she demanded.
''Sure, yes--right away! Change of air will do you good.
I'll join you presently!'' If only she would go till Helen could depart! I'd have the devil of a time explaining afterward, of course, but anything would be better than to have Sharon see a ghost. Why, that sensitive little woman couldn't bear to have a mouse say boo at her-- and what would she say to a ghost in her own living ---room?
Sharon cast a cold eye upon me. ''You are acting very queerly,'' she sniffed. '' You are concealing something from me.''
Just then the door opened and Gladolia called, ''Mis' Shehawat! Mis' Shehawat! I've come to tell you I'se done lef' dis place.''
My wife turned her head a moment. ''But why, Gladolia?''
''I ain't stayin' round no place 'long wid dem Ouija board contraptions. I'se skeered of hoodoos. I's done gone, I is.''
said Gladolia frightened.
''Is that all you've got to complain about?'' Sharon inquired.
''Yes, ma'am.''
''All right, then. Go back to the kitchen. You can use the board for kindling wood.''
''Who? Me touch dat t'ing? No ma'am, neva!''
''I'll be the coon to burn it, I shouted. ''I'll be glad to burn it.''
Gladolia's heavy steps moved off kitchenwards.
Then my Sharon turned waspishly to me again.
''Swayam, there's not a bit of use trying to deceive me. What is it you are trying to conceal from me?''
''Who? ME? Oh, no'' I lied elaborately, looking around to see if that dratted ghost was concealed enough. She was so big, and i'm rather a smallish man. But that was a bad move on my part.
''Swayam,'' Sharon demanded like a ward boss, ''you are hiding somebody in here! Who is it?''
I only waved denial and gurgled in my throat. She went on, ''It's bad enough to have you flirt over the Ouija board with that hussy---''
''Oh, the affiar was quiet above-board, I assure you, my love! '' I cried, leaping lithely about to keep her from focussing her gaze behing me.
She thrust me back with sudden mussle. ''I will see who's behind you! Where is that Helen?''
''Me? I'm Helen,'' came from the ghost.
Sharon looked at the apparition, that owl-eyed phantom, in paid skirt and stiff shirtwaist, with hair skewed back and no powder on her nose.
I threw a protecting husbandly arm about her to catch her when she should faint. But she didn't swoon.
A broad, satisfied smile spread over her face.
''I thought you were Helen of Troy,'' she murmured.
''I used to be Helen Of Troy, New York'' said the ghost.
''And now i'll be moving along, if you'll excuse me.
See you later.''
With that she telescoped briskly, till we saw only a hand waving farewell.
My Sharon fell forgivingly into my arms. I kissed her once or twice fervently, and then I shoved her aside, for I felt sudden strong desire to write. The sheets of paper on my desk spread invitingly before me.
''I've got the bulliest plot for a ghost story!'' I cried while my wife accompanied me to my writing desk ...
^ Flashback Over ^
Wowie! Natasha and Megha squealed in joy after listening to the story ..
Sharon smiled at her two angels and said- Now both in bed! We had a lot of fun .. Now that's enough for today!
There she took both of them to bed and came back to see her hubby already snoring..
She laughed and settled herself in his warmth and thanked God for the perfect family !
The End ...
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Gosh! Can't believe that i completed the story in such a long span of time! 😆
Thanq to all mah precious readers and commentors who have appreciate! 😳
Lubbh you all !!
Muaahh ! 😃
With Lots of Love <3
Ur's Shailja aka sweets ...
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Words that have bothered you~
Skeered: Scared.
Coon: The one doing a menial job.
Waspishly: In an irritated manner.
Bulliest: Best; excellent.
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Will be back with some more stories soon ...
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