So relieved, Additional smiled; but as he stood up, Conditional float above the ground reaching out her arms and whispering "boo" again. "ARGGGGGGGGG, ghost!" he screamed, running inside and squeezing himself under the tea table.
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So relieved, Additional smiled; but as he stood up, Conditional float above the ground reaching out her arms and whispering "boo" again. "ARGGGGGGGGG, ghost!" he screamed, running inside and squeezing himself under the tea table.
This was how they spent the whole night from one room to another!
Unable to out run Condition's ghost or find a safe hiding place, Additional grabbed the phone book and tried to find the number for Ghost Busters...
"Vanity!", he was ever shouting, thinking it would scare his pursuing bride and put her cowl at bay.
When this did not work, Additional tried to fight Conditional away with the phonebook, which did not have the number for Ghost Busters; but he fought in vain. When he finally gave up to exhaustion, the pale and emotionless ghost ate him.
And to add insult to injury, Conditional, the pale and emotionless ghost picked up the very phonebook he had just been attacked with, and dialed the Real Estate Agent to let her know the property was once more available.
"Xanadu? Really, now," said the realtor, "I'm not the one you need to convince, my dear, leave the exaggeration for the potential buyers of your home. First thing I would suggest, though, if you want to get top dollar, is to clean up all the gore and get rid of the ghosts, then call me back and we'll chat, darling."
"You are very brave my friend, refusing a ghost who just ate someone. And did you say get rid of the ghosts? Are you suggesting that ghosts are bad?" replied Conditional's ghost angrily.
"Zap me back, and hope to live!" she thought aloud!
Amidst the quarrel, when Conditional's ghost was about to eat up the smuck realtor named Barry, in the corner of her eyes, through the kitchen window's opening looking into the backyard, flashed an image that caught her attention; it was of the poppy garden and its familiar hue.
Bent over the body she had left amidst the flowers, was a real, living Additional, trying to rouse her up from sleep, to come and meet a nice real estate agent that needed to look up a number under "X" and use their phone a moment.
Conditional's ghost found herself thinking about how could have happened. While she was seeing Additional making her call.
"Detectives are under 'D'", thought the ghostress. "Hmm......"
"Every body, hands over your heads and kiss the floor, right now!!!" a SWAT team suddenly busted in, led by a feisty captain, "...madame, this is your last warning. Put down the phone book and step away from the ...half-a-body!"
Fear led them out, and the feared pursued them all the way.