Todos os capítulos de Ghost Chefs: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I placed the cake pan in the oven and set the timer for forty-five minutes. At least I decided to stick to one instruction from the cookbook. I settled down on a stool by the kitchen island to read a book as I sipped my coffee and waited for the timer to go off.A trip to the supermarket would be needed later to get some supplies for the house since someone decided to raid my refrigerator. Forty-five minutes later, the timer of the oven went off. I was filled with joy as I jumped down from the stool and rushed to check my masterpiece. I brought out the cake from the oven and the first thing that hit me was the fragrance.Why does it smell like strawberry? That was weird. I didn't remember putting strawberries in it. I let the cake cool down before I took a bite. Blast! It tastes wonderful!This wasn't what I was expecting. I know I deliberately messed up the procedure. Why was the cake perfect then? I left the cake on the kitchen island and hurried to check the items I used in prep

“Hey, you said I should be creative with my disturbance and that was exactly what I did. Did you think I would do some little cheap tricks like banging the door or making the TV go on automatically? That shit scares me even as a ghost," Calvin retorted Mason snorted. “Pouvez-vous imaginer cela? Un fantome qui peut etre effraye (Can you just imagine that? A ghost that can be scared)."Calvin brushed off Mason's comment, "I don't care what you say, Mason. I just want my favourite brother in the world to prepare a meal for me. Is that too much to ask?“ “Oh, now he is your favourite brother?“ Mason asked.Calvin wiggled his eyebrows, “Yes, is someone jealous?“ Mason scoffed, "Jealous? You wish. Just don't come running to me when you need help.""Why would I do that? I'm highly capable of taking care of myself - by myself." “Oh really? How about the time you flushed Drew's goldfish down the toilet?" "That was just a one-time mistake.“ “Okay. What about the other time you took his car

"Amanda!“ “Amanda!"I just didn't want to bother. I mean, couldn't I sleep for a little while? That was all I needed at that moment, but the voices calling my name wouldn't give up. “Panda!" “Calvin, how many times do I have to correct you? Her name is Amanda, not Panda!“ Yeah, please, who the hell names their child Panda? "I think she is about to wake up. She's murmuring something,“ A voice shouted. I didn't want to open my eyes, but I knew that I didn't have a choice in the matter. As much as I just wanted to stay where I was and just sleep I knew that I couldn't. The whispers above me were also not helping. Who the hell talks over a sleeping person? No one, except that annoying greedy ghost in my apartment. Speaking of ghosts... My eyes opened. I slowly rose from my laying position and noticed I was sleeping on my couch. That's surprising, shouldn't I be passed out on the cold floor of my kitchen? I wondered as I recalled the incident of the previous night. Before realizat

“Of course. Come join me," I motioned for him to join me to eat from the bowl, which he joyfully agreed to. Mason scoffed. "It's funny how you don't even know how to prepare a single thing in that meal but you are acting like the boss."I smiled. “That's where you're wrong, grumpy Mason.“ Calvin laughed “Grumpy Mason! That's one hell of a funny name.“ "I'm not grumpy," Mason disagreed. I shrugged my shoulders, “That's not how I see it. If you want a taste of this meal all you have to do is ask.“ “Yeah, Mason. You just have to ask,“ Calvin supported. "I don't remember you asking,'' he said to Calvin. I sighed “Alright! I'm in a generous mood this evening because of this meal you guys prepared, so I won't be stingy. You can come eat with me," I declared proudly.“Are you being serious right now?“ Mason asked. "Why do you guys keep asking me that ? You have better take my offer before I change my mind." "Okay... I'm just going to eat because you literally asked me to and not be

I felt the sunlight hit my face and I knew it was time to get up. Taking a look at the digital alarm clock that sat on my nightstand I knew I only had a few minutes left before it would go off and I would have to get up and get ready for work. I savoured the remaining minutes smelling my fresh sheets and thinking of everything that has transpired during the last one week after I agreed to help Drew and his brothers. From the little information I was able to gather, there hadn't been any accidents in the building for over ten years. So, the probability of them having the accident that turned them into ghosts happening in my apartment was struck out. I also found out that their names didn't come up on the tenant records of the building which could only mean that they never rented an apartment in this building but Drew still sticks to the fact that this was where they lived.Everything was getting a lot more confusing. What I've been able to find out from my little research about them w