An entry for the Flash Fiction Spooktotber Prompt.

"Do you think it'll happen again?" Martha asked.

"I'm certain," Simon replied.

"It's the same all night every night for - " she said.

"A month" he cut in.

"We have to do something," she said.

"There's nothing we can do," he replied "no one believes us."

They sat huddled together on the sofa. Martha placed headphones over her cotton stuffed ears as Simon scrolled the movies list. The TV flickered. A movie played on repeat.

"I can't stand it anymore!" Martha yelled.

"We're moving out!" Simon yelled back.

Casper the friendly ghost

The friendliest ghost you know ...

Giggling filled the room.

Word Count: 100 words