She emerged from the bathroom. “You can go in now.”
I used the facilities and then took a shower. I had installed a new sixty-gallon water heater, so I took my time, luxuriating in the hot spray. The guy who sold me the heater had suggested a forty-gallon tank. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #shortstory

The other weird thing was that she could not wear clothes, so she lived and appeared in a state of nudity.
After a little more discussion she reluctantly agreed to share the house with me. I promised to buy her some newer books. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #contemporary #ghoststory #shortstory #humor

She died at the moment of climax. The weirdest part of her existence was that she turned solid when she was aroused. Henderson had purchased the house as a young man, and he had been her companion for years. He would read sexy books to her when he could obtain them. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #humor

Even semi-transparent, she was lovely and… desirable. Like an idiot I gave an appreciative whistle. She looked down, covered herself with her free hand, and shrieked, so for the first time I felt the power of her voice. I emitted a cry of pain and covered my ears. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #humor

Henderson was the previous tenant. He had been a gay old bachelor.
“Good gracious, no,” she moaned; the eerie keening kind a ghost makes.
She had taken a step forward, emerging from the drawer. Even semi-transparent, she was lovely and… desirable. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #contemporary #ghoststory

She had been watching bad TV. No wonder she was speaking in clichés. “Are you haunting this place? How long have you lived here?”
“A long time. Where is Mr. Henderson?”
“Oh. I’m sorry. He died. I bought the house at the estate sale.”
Henderson was the previous tenant.
#lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #humor

“Are you a thief? Get a job. You don’t have to do this.”
“’You don’t have to do this?’ First ‘boo,’ and now, ‘you don’t have to do this.’ You’re rather clichéd, even for a ghost.”
“They always say ‘you don’t have to do this’ on the television.”
She had been watching bad TV. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye

I might have been terrified if the sight of her luscious curves hadn’t caused me to spring to attention. Yes, that’s an innuendo.
“Boo,” she said. My two-year-old niece could have said it louder. My jaw dropped from amazement.
“Boo? You actually said ‘boo’? Isn’t that kind of trite?”
#ocomeye #humor

I met Yvone, when I moved into the old Victorian house. She had been in the shower that day, too, and she had just left the bathroom. When she saw me she let out a loud yelp, moved into the old cedar dresser so her bottom half was not visible, and covered her naked breasts with an arm. #ocomeye

“What’s wrong with you? Can’t you see I’m in the shower?”
“What do you care? You’re a ghost.”
“Get out.”
“Yee, please. I need to piss.” I yawned. It was bedtime.
“Get out!”
My ears pinged painfully, and I winced. If she had a superpower, it was in her voice. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #contemporary

Water from the showerhead sprayed through her translucent body, though I noticed drops falling vertically, indicating that some parts of her naked form were corporeal. Her shiny black hair had definitely materialized and not just on her head. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye #ghoststory #contemporary #humor

O, Come Yee

She screeched like a Banshee when I walked into the bathroom. Luckily, I knew she wasn’t a Banshee, just a ghost. Water from the showerhead sprayed through her translucent body. #lookinmybriefs #ocomeye