What Goes Around

“What time is it?” Mitch said groggily, rubbing his eyes.

“Two in the morning. Look. Hey. I’m going to crash here for a while.”

Mitch realized he could see through the figure standing at his bedside. “Woah!” Mitch was immediately awake. “What’s going on?”

“Remember those gravestones you destroyed in a fit of angsty teenage rebellion?” the ghost said.

“Who cares about some stupid old graves?”

“You’re absolutely right,” the ghost said, “Who would care about some stupid old graves save the stupid old people buried in them? I hope you don’t mind inhuman wailing at all hours of the night.”