Haunted House

The man moves up the walkway to the front door and opens it. The door opens to a hall that connects to a dining room with a beat-up oval table. There’s one seat at the table and in that seat is his father.

“What are you doing here?”

“I don’t know. What are you doing here?”

“We’re looking for a new house, and this one is having an open house.”

“Yes, there are a lot of houses for sale around here.”

“Yes, we are stopping at several of them, but why are you here?”

“I don’t know why I’m here. But I don’t think you should buy this house.”

“I don’t think we should either. It’s pretty old and needs things. You’re back from the dead again, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember what it’s like?”

“Beyond the grave? No.”

“You still look sick.”

“Yes. I think I have six months or so to live.”

“So you’re going to die all over again.”

“Yes.”

“Can we talk about this?”

“I don’t see the point. You probably have other houses to see.”

“The houses can wait. We have to talk about this.”

“I don’t know anything. I don’t know why I am back. I don’t remember what it’s like to be dead. I don’t know why I have to die again.”

“This is really pointless and frustrating.”

“I agree, but what can we do except focus on stuff in front of us? You should probably move on to the next house.”

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