Photo prompt © Emmy L Gant
The poor fellow was sick of rains. Every roof was leaking. Every room was flooded. And the cough and cold were killing.
He hated men. They were so selfish. No one had stayed in the house for thirty years. And the owner was unwilling to carry out any repairs. The house was nothing but an ancient ruin.
He wanted to punish humans. But he had been told a hundred times that they could not match the cunning and cruelty of humans.
‘But men detest us……..’
‘It’s their ignorance…….’
‘It’s hard being a ghost……’
‘I agree……it’s like being in hell.’
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