They were leeches. He hated them, especially for coming to his house.
They would watch TV and turn on all the lights. He cringed at the thought of seeing the electric bill. They talked loudly and he was concerned the neighbors might complain. And the kids, the kids! They were all over the place and so was their trash. He wanted to pull their ears to discipline them, but he couldn’t. He wanted to scold the parents, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t even drive them away. He couldn’t do anything.
He died some years back. And was just a ghost.
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