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room. “What if it don’t work on others?”
    Michael opened his eyes, and
found me standing by the living room door. “That’s a good question. I guess
there’s only one way to find out.”
    A banging noise was heard as
the neighbour from hell returned from dropping the kids off at the ‘possible
dad’s’ house. The weekend had started. Sure enough, a booming beat began to
vibrate the house walls slightly, as the woman started getting her house
organised for her party guests again.
     
    “Well, I know who we can start with.” I grinned.
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Revenge is sweet
     
    For two years I wanted to get
revenge on my neighbour for making my life hell, and now, I could get my
chance. Shame I had to die first to be able to do it, though.
    “So how do I get in there?” I asked the guys, gesturing
to the neighbours’ wall.
    Michael barked out a laugh. “You’re a ghost, how do you
think?” Oh geez.
    “But I’ve never done that before, do you think I can?”
    Michael nodded. “All ghosts can walk through walls.
That’s a fact. And it has to be factual now, as we have you as proof!”
    I considered his point. “Ok, what do think I have to do?
Just walk into it?” He shrugs slightly and gives me a faint nod. “Good luck” he
says.
     
    Ok Sharon, you can do this! I readied myself, walked into the hallway and at the party wall. The
sensation was strange, like my body becoming full as I walked into the wall. I
instinctively held my arms out in front of me, as though feeling my way through
the wall would help. I saw brick, woodwork, and cavity wall fillings. So
there is something between these walls then. Damn she must be playing that crap
loud. As my head popped out the other side, I found myself in the complete
reverse layout of my own house. I was in the hallway, stairs going up to the
bedrooms and bathroom, living room in front of me, kitchen to the back of the
house.
     
    Walking into the living room,
I was greeted to kids’ toys stacked high in one corner, no form of children’s
storage anywhere, two worn sofa’s in cream, with brown and cream cushions’ to
match. My neighbour was currently reclining in one, listening to the music
whilst taking a long satisfying drag on her cigarette. I decided to have a
snoop about before I started, so I left the living room and headed to the
kitchen. It was similar to my own; however this room was in need of a deep
clean. I spied the grease stains in the grout around the plain tiles, as well
as the yellowing from the nicotine everywhere. Bottles of alcohol were lined up
ready on the sides, with glasses set out on the table for whomever was about to
turn up. I could probably guess who, as they were always the same people every
weekend. Many slept over; I say slept, more like party all night until five or
six in the morning and then pass out. Well this weekend was going to be a
whole lot different. I cheered
inwardly.              
                   
Snooping about someone else’s house was interesting, and apparently, according
to many TV documentaries I had seen over the years, you could find out a lot
from somebodies belongings and their housekeeping. I wasn’t so interested in
the ins and outs of this woman’s life, I already knew much of it and it had
impacted on mine in ways she didn’t even care. After tonight though, she
will change her ways or so help me, she’ll be institutionalised along with all
her so-called friends . I headed for the stairs, and found myself amidst the
clutter of dirty laundry left on the landing, and clean laundry drying on the
top banister railing. I picked my way around the filth, still believing it
might touch me and bite me or something, and entered the first bedroom. It was
the children’s room. Two small beds were pushed up against opposite walls, both
decked out in blue Toy Story duvet and pillow sets, with matching curtains. The
carpet was blue, the walls were blue.