The ghost was standing in the kitchen when Allison got home, which was a pain because she had six bags of shopping to unload, and having to maneuver round a five-foot-six motionless entity standing in front of your cupboards is not particularly enjoyable after an eight-hour shift.
“Can you just move to the left?” Alison asked, trying to put away the rice. “Come on, please.”
The ghost looked up at her with the empty void of their eyes, and didn’t budge.
Allison sighed and dropped the rice on the side. “You know what? Fine. I’ll sort this stuff out later.”