I caught COVID. When my fever hit 102 degrees, I saw my boyfriend.
But he’d been dead for years.
That meant what I was looking at was a ghost!
I held up the talisman on my chest and screamed, “Evil spirits, get the hell away from me!”
“What a powerful spell!” He clutched his chest, stumbling back step by step.
Then, with slow and exaggerated movements, he collapsed onto the floor.
“Oh no, I’m done for… I can’t go on…”
I stared at him. “Are you… mocking me?”
He stood right back up. “Haha, totally got you!”
I rolled my eyes.
It was definitely him.
My boyfriend had been just as much of a dork when he was alive.
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