There’s an odd smell in your house. Like a really strong perfume that almost chokes you with scent. It’s that damned ghost again. She’s likely in the kitchen trying to open the fridge. Silly thing still doesn’t know she’s deceased and can’t eat peanut butter and jam sandwiches any more. She can’t even open the fridge.
You go ahead and make the sandwich, sit at the table while she tries to eat it and then just pretends she is, to humour you. What do you talk about with her?
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I don’t know if it’s peanut butter, but every once in a while, I smell a whiff of some unusual odor for just a second and then it’s gone. Maybe it’s a ghost trying to tell me something. I often sense that I know the smell but can’t quite put my finger on the name.
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