The ripped sheet just sat there on the floor unmoving, showing no sign of life.
Letting of a loud sigh, Billy went over and kicked it. It still didn’t move.
“I think it really is dead now. Maybe a spirit had possessed the sheet and with it ruined, the spirit left”
“Now that would be strange” Mrs. Fillmore said, lost in thought. Why would a ghost possess a sheet, she pondered; they had never stolen from a laundry mat.