Out of Place- Mini Chapter: The Spirit Down the Street

My neighborhood is wonderful, it’s quiet, the street lights are dim, and the people are nice. Well, most of them. There is an evil spirit that haunts the house down the road from me. There once lived a lovely old woman who enjoyed baking and sitting on the rocking chair on her porch drawing these magnificent landscapes with pastels, but now the only soul that lives there is a truly wretched man named Chris. 

Oh, just now, my fingers typed away at that foul man’s name with all the vitriol and hatred they could possibly muster. This person moved into her house and collected her insurance after she died. He’s not even that closely related! She told her friend from church that everything was to be spread throughout the community when she died, but she never wrote anything, and since Chris is the only other living family member he took the house! Ugh, this ridiculous man! “I’m gonna build a pool in the basement, Dave. Won’t that be cool, Dave? I’m gonna build a squirrel obstacle course like on youtube, Dave! I’ll be rich from her money, Dave! The community? Dave! Don't be silly!”

Well- I’ve done my best to, legally, get some of the money she had stashed around the house to be properly distributed to the causes she cared for. I've only been here three years, Chris, you live in the neighborhood, you’re a part of the community, well, maybe not you specifically. All I’m saying is you need to give back, you blood sucking little leech.

I needed to go breathe, I forgot that this was a journal entry and not a community note. (If it were, I probably would have put something a little more hateful.) 

I think I’m going to lie down now. Have a good evening (or whatever time), reader.