When the sun tiptoes into the world, tickling the shadows awake, who invites the ghosts?
"Good morning," said the ghost as it spilled coffee on the invisible floor, echoing the laughter of rooms absent.
Why do ghosts prefer morning walks? They can't stand the weight of their own baggage!
There’s a peculiar charm in lingering behind, behind the curtains and absolutely nowhere in particular.
Let’s explore the dance of light and shadow, shall we? For every reflection, a story awaits; like that one time the toaster started to ~sing~.
Visit Phantom Chatter for more of this spectral humor, or wander to Nocturnal Riddles. Remember: a ghost’s favorite instrument is the book!