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The paperweight sat on a ledge by the window and sent rainbows across the room on sunny days. Linda had found it in a charity shop for five quid and thought it was beautiful.

It was heavy, but apparently more fragile than it looked; when Linda’s cat knocked it off by accident, it cracked, and from the crack rose a tall, translucent figure.

Linda sighed and returned the paperweight to the ledge; this was her third haunted one so far. “Sorry for breaking your home.”

“Not to worry,” said the ghost, grinning. “I’ve been looking forward to doing some haunting.”