Im bored still 😬
"Uncle Alfred?" Amelia asked in a tone of pure shock, lowering the pistol she had been pointing at empty air, "I thought you were dead."
"Yes," her Uncle Alfred, or as she had affectionately called him, Alfie, agreed, "I am indeed. That is why I'm here-"
"A bit paradoxical don't you think?" she quipped. He glared with all the venom he could muster. Amelia waved her hands in gesture of apology.
"I want you to get revenge," he said quickly, before she could interrupt anymore.
"For what?"
"For my murder," he finished softly, his eyes boring into hers.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, face twisted in confusion, "Do you actually call that murder?"
"What are you talking about?" the ghost (or at least she hoped it was) looked as confused as she did, "Of course it is!" Amelia was still confused, but decided to humour him.
"If you insist," she muttered dubiously, "Don't know how you go about killing an oven, but I'll try-" she cut herself off when she noticed the look Alfred was giving her. Realization set in.
"You mean you weren't killed in a baking accident?"