Months had passed since the corpse was found. Foul stench stretching into the beyond.

New family entered the flat of doom. Unaware that I was there. Watching.

I saw the funny side then. The noises, apparitions, I was one too now. You have to laugh at the irony.

The family were not as receptive as I though. Just ignored me, until I turned the cold tap on.

That woke them up, had to really. The priest came of course.

Mumbling words he did not believe. I knocked the bell to the floor.
He fled soon after. Then the family left. Alone again, waiting. Fear not I do no harm, I don’t exist...