THERE ARE SUCH THINGS AS NICE GHOST'S.

by marjorie sharpe
(Vancouver, B.C., Canada)

Hi. This is Maggie. I wrote "YES DREAMS DO COME TRUE," which is elsewhere on this page. I thought I'd write a short story about the friendly ghost that lives with me. The first time I saw this ghost was on my 54th birthday. When I came home from work, everything looked ok until I opened the back door. All my chairs were turned upside down and the table was set for two with one flower on one of the plates. Just to let you know I live all by myself. I don't know if she was a maid or she liked doing housework. But when I came home after work the table was not set but I fond my bed made and the TV on. I know that I didn't make my bed. I woke up late for work and left it unmade.

This went on for some time until l moved to new place. I've always wondered if the new renters like having a maid. The only thing I didn't like about the maid was she left nothing for me to do.

Marjorie Sharpe