“You certainly have a good dentist in Heaven,” I said then.
“Or are you maybe from Hell?” I asked provocatively .
But he only continued to smile, without a word, and it was a real mystery why he came into my house.
“Hey, Mister Ghost, what are you doing here, what you want from me?” I started asking again, but unfortunately, it ended without response as the first time.
He was in the air a few more seconds and after that disappeared in a moment. My main question stayed without an answer. Why did he fly in my room?