No more Zucchini, please!

Wind and rain beat at the little house on Turch Lane and Dany pulled the blankets farther over her head. Only her cute little button nose could be seen from the breathing hole she had created from arrainging the heavy blankets around her head. Her heart pumped madly and her breathing shallowed as she heard the footsteps approaching from down the hall.

"Shit," she whispered, her voice muffled by the stiffling hot blankets. Okay, I'm twentyfour for christ sakes, ghosts don't exsist, she thought to herself. She started to breath deep, trying to calm herself down and it was working, but then she heard it again.

"No more, no more," a low male voice uttered from down the hall.

Tears were welling up in her eyes as she told herself yet again that ghosts were not real. It had been four years since the accident, but every couple of months Allen would come back to haunt her.

Allen was her best friend growing up, but he had died four years ago during a camping trip. She had left him in charge of the dinner meal and when the fire went low Allen had the bright idea to spray it with lighter fluid. In the process he had burned himself horribly. He had come back to haunt her and she knew why, he blamed her, that had to be it. If only she hadn't walked away to get the veggies for dinner that night. Zucchini was her favorite.

She was exhausted of hiding in her blankets at her age because of a fucking ghost. She hadn't been laid in over two years because she didn't want some guy thinking she was insane if she hid under the covers at night. Would she even remember how to have sex if the chance came? Probably not, she thought. Well no more hiding! I'm going to confront him, this is it.

Trembling slightly, she sprang from the bed, opened her bedroom door and marched down the hall.
There he was staring at her with a bemused look.

"Why are you in pajamas, Dany?" the ghost of her former best friend asked.

"Allen, it's two in the morning, why are you haunting me? Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Haunting? What are you talking about?" he questioned.

She stood there with her mouth hanging open "You don't know you're dead? You've got to be kidding me!" she said.

"Dead?" Allen looked perplexed, "I was just looking for you to tell you that no more zucchini please! Man, I can't believe you like that shit. I didn't want to barbeque anymore because we had it last night."

"Oh Allen," Dany was laughing "you died in the camp fire, you idiot. So yeah I guess you don't have to have zucchini again." She was clutching a stich in her side from laughing so hard.

"Okay cool, um... guess I'll be going now or something. Got to find a white light, right?" he was smiling to himself "Hey I hope they don't have Zucchini. I hate that stuff." He turned and faded away. Dany still chuckling to herself went to grab her little black book. It was about time she got laid.

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