Potato Chip Prompt: I’ll Kill You…



“That’s not the point,” I ground out.

“What is your point then?” he asked. He’d decided to be douchier than usual, and was invisible at the moment. And even if ‘douchier’ isn’t a word, his behavior caused it to elbow its way into my mental dictionary.

“I have a test tomorrow, and you won’t shut up.” I groaned, and thunked my head on the desk.

“Tests are of no concern to me,” he quipped. The pages to my textbook flipped wildly as a phantom gust of air blew through the room.

“Just go away!” I shrieked, popping up and slapping a hand down on the pages. Just then, the screen of my laptop flickered. “NO!” Too late. Before I could remove the plug, it surged, and a small puff of smoke emanated from the keyboard.


The door to the dorm room opened, and my roommate walked in.

“Hey–Oh!” She stopped in her tracks and waved a hand in front of her nose. “Another laptop, huh? You just have no luck, Cynthia.”

I sighed, and dropped my face into my hands.

“I, uh, just came by to grab my bag,” she said, uncomfortable in the face of my despair.

Of course, the ghost never bothered her, and it just served to make me look beyond crazy. I didn’t answer, just waved her off.

“I hope your night gets better,” she murmured, and closed the door behind her.

Ghostly laughter bubbled up from everywhere, and nowhere, in the room.

I swallowed a scream. “Why are you doing this to me?” I’d asked him a thousand times, and it was always the same.

“Because nothing amuses the dead so much as tormenting the living.”

“You’re an ass,” I sighed. “I’d kill you myself if you were alive.”

“We’ve already covered that, Darling. Good luck with the exam.”

I threw a pen in a random direction, though even if I hit him it wouldn’t do any good. It clattered uselessly against the wall over my bed, and set the ghost’s laughter off once more.

Author: lotwordsmiths

Hello, there! I'm Toni, and I've been writing and reading primarily fantasy stories most of my life. What really set me on the path to be a writer was my 6th grade English teacher, Mrs. Thomas, who told me she could see me as an author some day. I made Legends of the Wordsmiths to share my stories, and hopefully, (someday), the stories of others, too.!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s