At 3:29 a.m. I took the dog out to go pee pee.
To make her go fast and get it all over with I have to say, “go pee pee” in a high shrill voice while trying not to wake my neighbors up.
It is as still and quiet as death out, but the dog and I both know we’re being watched by creatures of the night.
So I was outside in a robe and bare feet not really caring because A) I’m not cold, and B) Nobody can see me, and C) I don’t care if they see me.
Then I see a familiar figure standing in the middle of my street (which is really a private drive for seven houses.) He flips me off, which is his usual asshole move. I swear, nothing ruins a nice quiet evening faster than a Ghost.
The dog and I went inside to find Nigel (The Ghost) sitting on the couch in my living room.
“I have a question for your advice column Juliette. Do Vampires go pee pee,” he asked me.
“I’m not even going to answer that,” I told him.
He didn’t smile or laugh. That is almost as rare as seeing a ghost. To tell the truth seeing Ghosts isn’t rare for Vampires, but I usually don’t interact with them. They’re vile creatures for the most part.
“Don’t you have someone to haunt?” I asked.
“Only you,” he answered.
“I’m going to make coffee,” I told him. “Do you want some?”
“I can’t drink it. I’m a…”
“Ghost. I get it. You’re a bitter, obnoxious, annoying Ghost. I’ll give you a cup and you can smell it,” I said.
“Um, sure,” he said.
“Were you this annoying when you were alive?”
“Of course, only everyone thought I was charming,” he answered.
In the kitchen we sat over coffee and small talk, and the dogs and cats who also see what others cannot.
Wishing you all plenty of sleep, and coffee, and dogs who go pee pee outside rather than inside.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman