Light spilled from the inside of the freezer and illuminated a small area of the kitchen, barely reaching the shadowy figure cowering in the corner. Mary reached into the freezer and pulled out a small carton of dark chocolate ice cream. She pulled the lid off, inserted her spoon, and then immediately put the spoonful of the delicious, icy confection into her mouth. “Mary.” She squealed and nearly choked on the ice cream. “Mike,” she whispered harshly. “You just about scared me to death.” “You have company,” was his quick reply. “What?” she cried, and as she spun around she caught a flash of movement in the corner of the room. “Who’s there?” “No one,” the figure whispered. “That doesn’t work very well,” Mike commented. “She’s smarter than that.” Mary bit back a chuckle. “Can I help you?” she asked, placing the spoon and the ice cream on the counter. “I don’t know,” came the sorrowful reply. Mary reached over and flipped on the light over the sink, bathing the room in soft light. She could now see the shadowy figure more clearly. He looked to have been a middle-aged businessman with a receding hairline and an increasing waistline. He was cowering, his back bent over and his head hidden. He was one of the least frightening ghosts she had ever met.
