Three Days

Three days. It had been three days of this.

 Three days of cabinets opening at random. Three days of things being just out of reach. Three days of the remote getting stuck in the couch cushions. Three days of the shower non-stop dripping.

I could go on and on about the last three days. They were just so awful. In my opinion, cabinets shouldn’t just be left open, but that’s not what Jerry thought. 

Jerry didn’t like me. That was clear. Maybe it was because I laughed at him when he told me how he died. It’s not my fault that tripping out of an open window is the dumbest way to die. Now he’s finding every way to annoy me and I wouldn’t put up with it.

I close the cabinet before it could smack me in the face and take a sip of my coffee. I grab the keys off the counter before going to close a window that had just peeked open. Then I open the door and look back to the kitchen to see Jerry sitting on the counter.

“I’ll be back,” I state before slipping out the door. 

It was a short drive to the cathloic church and it wasn’t hard to convince the priest to help me get rid of the spirit. I do regret offering him a ride. Everytime the silence would begin to seep in, he’d start another conversation. After what seemed like a longer car ride, we arrive at my new apartment complex. 

We walk up towards my apartment arriving after a few flights of stairs. I open the door.

“I’m home!!!” I call and Jerry appears on the couch.

The priest and him meet eyes. 

Jerry uses some colorful curses before vanishing.

“Jerry, get ba-”

“We don’t need him visible to get rid of him.”

I nod and step aside; I watch him set up the room before beginning to chant. He gestures for me to join in and I gingerly agree to do so. 

The room spun around and my words faded out until it stopped. “Jerry?”

No response. The apartment felt warmer and… and… he’s gone! 

I jump up and down before stopping to listen. The shower had stopped dripping!


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