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“I’m living with a ghost.”
As soon as 432 heard those words as the excuse that The Narrator gave to them so they could take a small coffee break, he already thought it was going crazy. However, they still raised an amused eyebrow to the man as soon as he repeated them in person.
“Why do you say that?”
The Narrator sighed as he pulled the cheap plastic spoon out of his tea. “Things are moving on their own sometimes. I hear sobbing at nights, and unread service receipts are mysteriously opened.” He took a small sip on his beverage, clearly tensed up.
The office worker listened attentively to his coworker, their coffee already going cold. “I never took you as the type of person that believes in the supernatural.”
“Indeed, I don’t believe in that type of frivolities.” His voice took a sudden dark turn, an emotion that his companion couldn’t really read in his eyes. “Yet I’m pretty sure I’m having a severe case of ghosts.” Its gaze turned to the Styrofoam cup; the tea almost finished. “Nevertheless,” – It continued, a sad smile tugging on its face. – “I’m fine like this. It’s better than being alone.”
“So, you’re saying your house is haunted. How spooky.” The words that came from the coworker could’ve been seen as sarcastic, but it seemed that the fellow didn’t take them that way.
“That is the way I want it.”
432 hummed with the coffee in their hands. A silence poured into the ambience, drowning the white noise that was the small talk from other costumers in the store.
It wasn’t long before it was interrupted though, a ping on the Narrator’s phone taking the attention of both males to it. An alarm.
“Ah, my sincere apologies, I must take care of this.” The man stood up, taking his coat from the rack nearby. “It was a nice reunion, I must say, and I appreciate you taking time from your day to listen to me. You… You believe me, right?” Its voice trembling at the end. His coworker gave a sympathetic smile to him as a response, and it sighed visibly relieved. “The ghost must be hungry at this hour.” It added, trying to ease the weight of the conversation. The grin on 432 stretched its corners slightly, taking the joke.
The man then took his leave, and 432 zoned out for a moment.
The only roommate in The Narrator’s house was Stanley.
432 trusted that they’ll solve their troubles on their own. They just needed time.