The Wispy Spirit Waited
The Wispy Spirit Waited
He was sucked into the nasty Australian air
purifier in the living room of 67 Oak Street, Elmwood. To him, that wasn’t at all fair!
For Halloween night,
he’d planned to haunt the furrowed asleep.
In the filter, with not much sight,
he moaned, ‘I should’ve entered with a creep.
I should've gone through the bathroom window
or maybe through the bedroom window!'
So, he waited and waited
and waited.
He couldn’t move a metre
He couldn’t move a centimetre.
A week later, the owner emptied the filter out the
window, and the spirit went into the
mouth of a man-eater
who was a wife cheater.
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