Dear Sirs, I am writing to inform you of my immediate and utterly justified withdrawal from these premises, effective post haste. I have been haunting the north-west section of the catacombs since they were merely boring underground cemeteries—no signage, no lighting, no fire-code violations—just the way we liked it. I have long supported the tourism industry. As a ghost, I pride myself on giving visitors a proper show. However, I must report a disturbing trend among the newest generation of mortals who traipse through our sacred, musty corridors. The first incident occurred last year. I was hovering in my usual section,…
Author: Teena Bensusen
Teena Bensusen
Teena Bensusen writes flash fiction and humor that finds the weird in the everyday and the mundane in the supernatural. She has a particular fondness for epistolary formats, unreliable narrators, and characters who take their absurd situations way too seriously. Her work has appeared in Little Old Lady Comedy. She lives in Bakersfield, California