The Ghost

A ghost showed up at my doorstep. I couldn’t tell who it was by its features, so I asked the ghost who it used to be. I’m always hoping for somebody famous because it helps me feel special.

The ghost said, “Can’t you just accept me for who I am now?”

I said yes, but I still wanted to know. So I suggested we go online to Wikipedia and I asked the ghost if it wanted to look up anyone in particular. The thing is if you are or were famous, or never have been famous, you want to read about yourself. It’s the biggest drug out there. 

The ghost said, “Couldn’t we just go for a stroll?” 

I said yes but I wasn’t about to give up. 

As the ghost and I were out walking, I asked it what it was thinking. 

The ghost said, “I was thinking about the delightful but difficult times I spent at Elba.” 

I jumped up and down and said, “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m with the ghost of Napoleon!”