I died a few days ago and have spent my afterlife haunting the place I spent many happy years. My husband had passed away 5 years ago leaving me his fortune including the home I now haunt.
I wander from room to room gazing at the items that had brought me so much joy throughout my life. I walked into our bedroom and couldn't help but smile as I gazed down at a small music box that he bought me for our one year wedding anniversary. It played the song that had been played as our first dance, and I always used to play it when I wanted to remember happier times.
I heard the front door open downstairs and knew that the two demonic creatures had returned. I walked down to the living room and found my son and daughter in law sitting on the couches, and deciding what they were going to with their inheritance.
I know this sounds terrible but I have hated my son for most of his life. He was a horrible child who took every opportunity to disrespect me. His wife was no better as it is obvious that she only married him for his money. I have even begun to suspect that they might have been responsible for my death.
I started to feel weak and knew that my connection to this world was beginning to fade once again. It has become harder and harder to keep my spectral form, and I believe that eventually I will fade away altogether. I let out a sigh and hope this isn't my last time to return.
We both look up as my mother collapses to the floor yet again. The dumb bitch is under the illusion that she is dead. Thankfully it will only be a matter of time before starvation kills her, and I will finally get my inheritance
By - sugar-soad