One day, I came home to find a poltergeist!—or evidence of one. Laundry was strewn eerily around the place; there were books in teetering piles, coffee cups where none had been that morning, and from the bedroom an unearthly voice was chanting: “No, no, no, no, no…” When I opened the door, I found, to my horror, a demon staring back at me with red-rimmed eyes and growling: “Freddy, I’m working!” I closed the door on this hellscape and stood a moment taking in the horror: my partner had begun a novel.
