[WP] A man is actively trying to encourage ghosts to haunt his house. The reason? It's cheaper then actually getting a AC.

Part two:

“Well someone is a bit tricky?” He mused to himself before chuckling darkly. “Well – can I ask you a different question then?” He then said after having collected himself and the planchette moved back to yes. “How old are you?” The planchette moved to two then five before sliding back in the middle of the broad. “Nice – same as me,” he softly said and thought for a bit before parting his lips. “Are you a ghost or a demon?” No response. “Hello?” He said this time quieter than before, the planchette began to spell out H-e-l-l-o, and he pursed his lips, “you really are difficult huh?” He quirked an eyebrow before tapping the table with his free hand. “Can I offer you a one-time deal in your life time?” He asked hiding a laugh and the corner of his lips curled up in a wry smile. The planchette moved to goodbye and he began to laugh even more. This continued for a bit but with different replies that depended on how he chose his words. “Do you want to move in?” He quickly asked and watched the planchette tremble a bit. “Come on – rent free, only demand is …,” the planchette was pulled away and slammed against the wall. “Well someone got the wrong leg out of bed this morning?” Robert chuckled as he looked over at the planchette. It was too dark for him to see where it had landed. At same time, he did not really bother going for it. He turned his head to look at the board but his eyes met a pair of white ones that stared furiously back at him. A white fog had manifested itself on the other side of the coffee table.

“Well hello – are you here to talk about my one-time offer?” Robert chuckled calmly and the pair of hands slammed against the table, knocking off the empty glass. The spirit stared intensely back at Robert who raised slowly raised his hands. “I take that you are not here to discuss the terms and conditions then?” He continued and tilted his head a bit to the side, still watching the white fog in front of him. A face had appeared in the white fog and it twisted into a grimace upon seeing Robert’s calm behaviour. “Come on – is either that or I am going to be joining you soon. Do you really want me to come and join you?” Robert raised a pair of eyebrows at the fog that seemed repelled by the sheer thought of him joining it on the other side. “I thought so. Listen, I just want my flat to be cold and you can stay. I do not care; I just want my flat cold,” Robert slowly said, lowering his hands but quickly raised them again when the fog slammed its fists into the coffee table again. “Well … We can do the easy way or the hard way,” this caused the fog to tilt its ‘head’ and look slightly confused at him. “You heard me … I am going to take my vacuum cleaner … And suck you up,” Robert demonstrated this threat by inhaling and the spirit began to shake its hands frantically. He exhaled again and lowered his hands while smirking.

“So? Do we have a deal? You get someone to haunt and I get a nice cold flat,” Robert quirked an eyebrow at the fog that stared horrified at him. They were just staring at each other until Robert stood up from the floor. “Okay, that is it – am getting my vacuum cleaner,” he was just about to take a step when the fog suddenly flew up and blocked his path. “So? We got a deal?” The fog was just floating in front of him, its arms stretched out to block him and the face stared back at him. “But then again … I suddenly got this urge of clea-,” Robert’s voice trailed off and he looked at the fog that disappeared. “You broke every single rule of the f-king board,” a high-pitched voice rang out from somewhere in the room causing Robert to wrench. “Well – f-k the rules?” Growled Robert irritated with his hands pressed against his ears. “And? Like I give a damn. Are you going to haunt me or not?” He continued and stared at ghostly figure that appeared in the room with him.

“I don’t do well under pressure!” The ghostly figure snapped back with its high-pitch voice that made Robert groan in annoyance. “What pressure? I only asked you to haunt me!” Snapped Robert and stared irritated at the figure that seemed to be in a stage of despair. “Ragh!” The ghost made a violently gesture with its arm before it disappeared in the darkness. “Ragh you too!” Robert removed his hands from his ears. “Jesus – who knew that even the dead were so indecisive,” he stomped over the switch and turned the light back on. “I AM NOT INDECISIVE!” The high-pitch voice cried out and Robert took his hands for his ears again. “Holy shit, shut up,” he groaned before picking up the Ouija board and threw it back into the drawer he had found it. “Jesus – five minutes into it and it feels like being married,” Robert shook his head and rubbed his temples with his fingers.

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