Cold Showers Beyond the Grave

I could keep this up indefinitely. Clad only in a terry-cloth towel, armed with nothing but a spritzer of ice cold water, I outsmart the phantom. I lure it into the cellar. I feel its malevolent passions rise; I shiver with a chill from beyond the grave. Alienated from its corporeal self, it reaches out, tickles the base of my spine like a lover, raises zombie goosebumps along my arms. Quickly, I turn and - spritz! The phantom howls. "Take a cold shower, creep!" I run back up the stairs and bolt the door. Sunlight floods my kitchen, warms my naked flesh like a kiss. I laugh.

Comments

[tatteredhalo]

[this is good] that's interesting! very creative!!!

[Red Pen]

The humor is a nice touch.