“Don’t disturb her,” whispered Parminder, “I’ve read about this, she’s in a state of ecstasy.”
“She’s in a state of inebriation,” I muttered, stepping over the swaying body of our flatmate. “Oy, Shazzer, pull yourself together.”
Shazzer’s eyelids flicked open and I started nervously; her eyes had rolled back in her head leaving only sightless bloodshot whites.
“Revolting,” I said, flopping down on the sofa.
Parminder began to edge towards the door. Hell, I didn’t want leaving alone with Shazzer, even if this were just an act. “Get your ass back here,” I hissed.
“Parminder,” wailed Shazzer from the mat on the floor. Still in the lotus position, still swaying, she began to rub her thumb and forefingers together, making a papery rustling sound. “Your grandmother is here for you.”
Parminder began to sob noisily.
“Oh bollocks,” I said, bending to pick up the upturned glass which had rolled from the Ouija board. As my fingers touched the glass it leapt into the air and smashed against the wall.
Shazzer’s eyes snapped shut and then opened again.
“What the fuck’s going on?” she said, scrambling to her feet.
“Nice try Shazzer,” I drawled, though to be honest my heart was thumping against my ribs, “an oscar-winning performance.”
“Who broke that?” she asked, indicating the shards of glass on the carpet.
“Parminder’s grandmother,” I joked, “she’s seriously pissed off at something.”
There was a crash in the kitchen and we all grabbed at each other, before moving cautiously to the doorway.
The cleaning cupboard had been thrown open, and a dustpan and broom were floating towards us. At the same time the tap above the sink turned itself on and four days of washing-up suddenly disappeared under mounds of foaming detergent whilst behind us the vacuum cleaner switched itself on and trundled towards us.
We screamed in unison.
Everything changed that day. Up to that moment nothing would have persuaded us to clean that apartment on a regular basis.
Nothing on earth anyway.
This week’s Trifecta challenge had to incorporate the word below, in the third definition.
b archaic : swoon
Please remember:
- Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
- You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
- The word itself needs to be included in your response.
- You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
- Only one entry per writer.
- If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
- Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.
good one, cleanliness and godliness eh 🙂
LikeLike
I think one party is a bit cleaner and bit closer to God. 🙂
LikeLike
that was priceless!
LikeLike
Thanks! 🙂
LikeLike
spooky ghost stories: I’m glad I’m in a well lit office because I scare easily.
a grandmother with a desire for a neater house was the perfect background for this, everyone should have that kind of motivation. 😉
LikeLike
I wish I did Kir! 🙂 Thanks for commenting.
LikeLike
Hilarious! For some reason I just found the ‘trundled’ very funny, great image. Always very good, and entertainimg here!
LikeLike
Thanks pirate! I love the word ‘trundle’. I use it often. 🙂
LikeLike
Paraminder’s grandmother needs to high tail it over here and do some cleaning for me.
LikeLike
In the queue after me, hon! 🙂
LikeLike
and unearthly maid sounds like a good deal to me… let ‘er clean say I 🙂
LikeLike
I think she’ll make their lives a misery… 🙂
LikeLike
Haha! Quite clever and entertaining!!
LikeLike
Thanks Linda!
LikeLike
lmfao this is great xD I love it!
LikeLike
Thanks Draug! 🙂
LikeLike
The opening cracked me up, as did the ending. For some people, there really isn’t anything on this earth that will get them to clean 🙂
LikeLike
So true! A ghost would do it for me… 🙂
LikeLike
That was very amusing and skillfully written 🙂 I nominated you on my blog for an award, congrats http://camgal.wordpress.com/2013/04/23/first-four-awards-this-year/
LikeLike
Aww! I’m very honoured. Thanks for dropping by.
LikeLike
I bet every college dormitory, every parent, and every kid forced to clean his room, wishes to have a ghost grandmother.
Thanks for linking up!
LikeLike
My pleasure! Thank you for commenting. But you can’t borrow my ghost. 🙂
LikeLike
My pleasure! Thank you for commenting. But you can’t borrow my ghost.
LikeLike
Hahaha That might last my house for about a week! Fun post, Sandra.
LikeLike
Thanks Kymm. 🙂
LikeLike
Thanks Kymm fir dropping by.
LikeLike
“I’ve read about this, she’s in a state of ecstasy.”
“She’s in a state of inebriation,” I muttered, stepping over the swaying body of our flatmate.
Won over from that point onward. Great.
LikeLike
Thank you Thomas. I like to capture from the get-go. 😉
LikeLike
I enjoyed this. What a clever idea – a ghost who cleans – I love it. So imaginative.
LikeLike
I wish I had one. Thanks for dropping by steph.
LikeLike
I’ve always heard not to play with a Quija board. Amusing and well-written.
LikeLike
Thanks Ann. I believe it can be a dangerous game. 😦
LikeLike
Eerily funny!
LikeLike
Thank you!
LikeLike
Yikes. Spooky
LikeLike
Thank you!
LikeLike
Haha this was so good! A grandmother ghost would be such a help when it comes to cleaning -no end of motivation! 😀
LikeLike
My grandmother taught me all I needed to know about cleaning. She’d turn in her grave if she could see me now…
LikeLike
This is awesome Sandra! So creative and so much fun to read! Do you think Parminder’s grandmother could pay my kids a visit?
LikeLike
Great use of the prompt! I certainly hope Parminder’s grandmother never pays me a visit. It would be very, very ugly….
LikeLike
This story had me glued to my screen from beginning to end. You pack so much into each character! Really great writing.
LikeLike
Grams crossing back to clean the apartment…Hilarious!
LikeLike