“Billy, I appreciate your childish humor, but my self-pity is not going to save us from that ghost out there, and last I checked bullets can’t really harm spirits.” Mrs. Fillmore said as she looked at her large shotgun.
“One of us might get hurt with that weapon.” Billy answered.
Reluctantly the old lady set the shotgun on her bed and turned to face the door.
Billy sighed in relief, more afraid of the gun than the ghost. Then he noticed that the thumping from behind the door had died away. Sounding hopeful he said, “Do you think it’s gone?”
“No, sadly it hasn’t,” Mrs. Fillmore replied as she watched the ghost’s sheet like body ooze out from under the door.