Snippet #2236353

Sam

"Lili's fine," Sam said, "At least, she will be."

At mention of their neighbor, Sam made a face. "Tex? Is that what his name is?" he scowled, "Worst fashion sense I've ever seen. What is he, a lumberjack? Best to stay away from him, in case it's catching. And he's even creepier than KJ when he looks at Lili."

He heard laughing, and shot his eyes towards the kitchen. "What's so funny, ghost?" he demanded, "And while you're at it, mind getting me a beer?"

"Nothing's funny," the girl said blandly, rising suddenly from the floor in front of him with an odd look of severity on her face, "I'm just doing it to unnerve you." Her straight face collapsed into a macabre grin shortly after, and she started giggling again.

"Oh, shut up, you stupid ghost!" Sam said, and he threw a pillow at her. It rebounded and flew back towards him, smacking him full on the face.

"Technically, I'm a poltergeist," she sniffed, still grinning.

"Whatever you are, just leave!" Sam shouted, nearly as red-faced as KJ, pointing in no direction in particular.

"If only I could," she said, fading away into invisibility. Her laugh lingered, and travelled throughout the room before dwindling downstairs into the basement.

Already on his feet, Sam stormed into the kitchen. He needed to drink something. He pulled open the fridge to see that all the alcoholic beverages had mysteriously been spoiled, their tops open and exposing them to the air. Muttering, Sam settled for a diet Coke and returned to the couch, slumping down angrily.

"What the hell is her deal anyways?" he muttered, "The hell is she so happy for?" He gulped down the can angrily. "What time is it anyways?"