As Terrence came back into conciousness, he remembered what had happened much more quickly. He saw that... thing.
"As I was saying, boo." said the... whatever it was.
"Who are you? Why are you in my bedroom? Who are you? And, what? Boo?"
"Yes, boo. It is, as you know, a common colloquialism in the English language that when you see a ghost, slash, spirit, it says 'boo'. It is intended to frighten whoever hears it; it's working quite well, wouldn't you say?"
"Who are you?" asked Terrence.
"That's the problem with youths today. See, in my day, I would have been slashed across the face with a knife if I had been that direspectful to my elders."
"What? Elder? You look the same age as me, except you look like you're anorexic or something. So thin."
"I'll have you know, I'm over six thousand years old."
"No way; not possible. You'd have like massive wrinkles."
"Improper use of the word 'like'. You lose five points. Oh, and you can feel free to not talk. You can just think to me."
"You're skipping the subject. How can you be as old as you claim to be?" thought Terrence.
"You see, I'm dead." thought the whatever it was.
"A ghost?"
"Yes! You're not as thick in the head as you make yourself look!"
"Could you leave? You're, well, you're scaring me."
"No."
"You mean...-"
"No. I can't go. I'm stuck with you, until you figure out a way to get id of me, which you don't seem intelligent enough to do."
Terrence looked over to the bed. "Where is it?" He said, as he saw that his father's gun was not underneath his pillow.
"Oh, I got rid of that thing. See, you may think you're pretty sharp, but you can't completely avoid being controlled by me. I don't know that the others were quite so swift. Judging by your memories of that party, I wouldn't say your friends are much smarter than you."
"Friends? Laughable." replied Terrence.
"I see that this will be a beautiful relationship..."
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