I walked aimlessly along the street with my hands in my pockets, and I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings.

  Suddenly, a man handed me his wallet and then yelled, “This man just stole my wallet!” and then he grabbed his wallet back and shoved me to the ground.

  Several people ran over to where we were, and they gave me disapproving looks; and then a police officer came up to me, handcuffed me, and took me away to jail.

  There didn’t end up being enough evidence to convict me; but many people in my position would have taken plea deals that were offered instead of going to trial because people are often talked into making false confessions by law enforcement.

  Well, now I had just had my life upended by all of this nonsense, and I wasn’t pleased about that.

  I no longer had a job because I had been fired while in jail, and many people still believed the man who had framed me even though I had been acquitted at trial.

  And so I decided to sue the man who had framed me in civil court, and somehow I ended up winning and he had to pay me a sizable amount of money for what he’d done.

  This also meant that I was going to leave my home town though, because lots of people still thought that I was lying and were furious that the man who had framed me had had to give me all of that money because of the civil case against him that I’d won.

  I wasn’t exactly sad to leave my home town, and so I left and traveled somewhere far away where I would hopefully not have my life upended by someone framing me for a crime that I didn’t commit again.

  I finally settled on living in a fairly large city, and I got an apartment and wasn’t in too much of a hurry to find a job because the money that I’d won through the civil trial was enough to make it so that I could live off of that money for several years if I wanted to.

  Well, anyway, I was inside of my apartment one day when suddenly I heard a voice say, “How are you enjoying my apartment? I hope that it’s treating you better then it treated me…” and I looked around in shocked confusion and said, “Who’s there?? Is this a prank of some sort??”

  The voice then laughed and said, “Not at all, Nex, not at all. I’m the ghost of someone who lived in this apartment until my body unfortunately got taken away from me.”

  “Riiiigggghhhtttt…” I said, “Excuse me for being skeptical, seeing as I’m not really into buying that supernatural explanations are legit…”

  “I can show myself to you.” the voice said; and then suddenly I saw what certainly appeared to be a ghost fly out from inside of the wall so that she was hovering in front of me.

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  “Wow.” I said (while not really knowing what to think), “I guess you must be a ghost unless there’s some sort of technology that’s being used to make it look like there’s a ghost in front of me?”

  “No technology,” the ghost said, “just me. And I want your help in bringing the people who poisoned me to justice. Is that too much to ask?”

  “I don’t know,” I said nervously, “what exactly happened?”

  “What happened is that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the wrong people found out about it.

  See, I had been walking home one day when suddenly I heard a couple of voices in an alleyway telling someone to shut up. The person wouldn’t shut up, and then I walked over and asked what was going on.

  Then the two people looked at me threateningly, and one of them pulled out a bottle of soda and said that I would be sorry if I didn’t drink the soda.

  I then noticed that they were armed to the teeth, which was different from how I was not armed at all, and so I nervously asked what was in the soda.

  One of them said that it would just make me high so that I would lighten up a bit and leave them alone, and so I took the soda but then asked what they were going to do to the person who wouldn’t shut up.

  They then got another bottle of soda out, and handed it to that person; and then they said that that person would need to drink the soda too.

  And so both the other person and I drank the soda, and then both of us became unable to move and one of the aggressors took the other person away to an undisclosed location and the other person took me away to my apartment.

  When I got to the apartment, the man suddenly removed a mask that he’d been wearing and it was clear who he was! He was a politician who I had always disliked and who I had voted against but he’d still won because most people had voted for him! He then informed me that the soda had been poisoned, and he laughed diabolically and then put his mask back on as he left the apartment!

  I soon left my body and became a ghost, and I was intent on bringing him to justice!

  When my body was discovered, it was ruled that I had died of natural causes, and my body was taken away; and I’ve been waiting for someone to move into this apartment so that they could help me get revenge!”

  “So what would revenge look like?” I asked nervously, “I mean, I don’t wanna kill anybody, that’s for sure.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” the ghost said smugly, “all that you need to do is reveal to the news media who he’s having an affair with! See, that was the information that he was trying to cover up! He portrays himself as the perfect family man, and so he couldn’t have his affair becoming public knowledge. The person who he’s cheating on with is named Enyo; and, so, yeah; Enyo and Helmer have been having a very pleasuresome time together, and if that becomes public knowledge then that’s probably all that I can really accomplish and I’ll at least know that I got some revenge.”

  “I don’t know if revenge is a virtue…” I said nervously, “Can’t we call it justice or removing a bad dude from popularity & power or something?”

  “Those are fine things to call it;” the ghost said with a shrug, “and so, sure, that’s fine with me. My name’s Verona, by the way, and it’s nice to meet you!

  I don’t know exactly who Enyo is, to be honest, but I imagine that if you search her name and Helmer’s name on the internet then you’ll be able to figure it out pretty easily. Thanks for helping me out! Toodles!” and then Verona flew back into the wall and out of sight.”

  “Oh my, oh my,” I mumbled to myself as I grabbed my phone to do an internet search of the two names, “this is quite a terrible situation that I’m now in the middle of…” and I typed “politician helmer enyo” into the search engine on my screen and pressed the search button…