Chapter 47: Cake or Chaos?
What the ghosts wanted—or rather, the reason they were unionizing—was ridiculous.
"A bathroom?" Mikel repeated, just in case his ears were playing tricks on him.
All the ghosts nodded solemnly.
"Yes. The alliance doesn't need it, but we all have dignity, even after death," said Gregory, the Ghost Union Representative, tipping his crooked eyeglasses—despite them already being perfectly in place. "We demand that a toilet be included in the next round of construction materials."
Mikel opened his mouth, then closed it. His voice failed him. He leaned forward, elbow resting on the table, and pointed at himself.
"Do you think... I have a bathroom?" he asked, voice barely more than a breath. "I have to shower in a public bath. If that's not available, it's the sink in a public restroom. You think I'm living the dream here?"
Besides, he wasn't about to install a toilet just for a dozen ghosts to spiritually piss on it. The last thing he needed was a haunted house with a toilet shrine. Knowing his luck, they'd start worshipping the damn thing.
Gregory cleared his throat and glanced at the ghosts beside and behind him. They looked at each other, then shrugged.
"Very well." He raised his chin high. "About the other clauses—specifically, the cake. We demand one cake offering at least once a week."
Mikel arched a brow, scanning the crowd of ghosts behind Gregory, all nodding in perfect sync.
"You guys are dead. You don't need cake."