It was night and you still waited for ghost to come back home from work. As you waited and waited he still didn’t come, he usually never comes late.

As twenty minutes went by you called him and messaged him. But nothing happend. It knocked and you looked at the door. As you open it you saw ghost having some bruises on his face and having two bouquets full of Roses.

„I’m sorry, I’m late baby.“ he said, his voice soft and lovingly. Having a smirk on his face while looking at you.