While most ghosts haunt the dark abysses

While most ghosts haunt the dark abysses of the night, mine was sipping chai at Starbucks.

The barista eyed me suspiciously when I strode angrily over to where my ghost was sipping its drink. "Jeez-o-Pete! Will ya STOP following me?!" Of course no one else could see it.

"... & for crying out loud get over the malted soy rooibos frappacchino, it's soo yesterday!" My ghost rolled his eyes & sucked on the straw demonstratively. The barista said "Sir,

forgive my flustered state, you are the first invisible man to be served in this establishment. I take it you are deshabille, so refrain from reappearing while in our pub. Otherwis

It is okay lowly visible human, I have no issues with you or your talking dog. Besides I would appear to ne naked.

One has to question the mentality of a nudist in the Yukon, and also the humanity of a person who looks at a spambot's ad on FoldingStory and says, "Yes, I now want this product."

Nevertheless, Zetawilk ordered a dozen arctic nudist commemorative tumblers, and sat down to fold stories as he waited for them to arrive. 3 months later, a package arrived, but in

-stead of being my salvation, it contained the dead man's wife. The one that had died on that cruise to Blatassavla with the camel and all the bakclava you could eat. We should go

isn't the first time you've tried to hide your identity from me!" I grinned and swung my cloak across my face, only my glowing eyes still visible. "And it won't be the last!" BAMF!