Milo Milo Lee was dead. Deader than dead. Super duper dead. How he got to such a state, he didn't really remember, but if the stab wounds were anything to go by, it involved a knife. Now, that would have been dandy and all, but Milo was also a ghost. He guessed that it had something to do with 'unfinished business', but that really didn't explain why he was forced to stay in a flowershop with some idiot owner. Which, by the way, he totally blamed the owner for this. It was probably them who killed him. After all, they could see him. That was odd, considering no one else seemed to be able. So, he set out to make their life a living hell. It started out with simple things, like knocking over pots and then winking at the guy. Slowly, though, he got more creative. At one point, if he remember correctly, he drowned all the petunias, which were going to be sent to a customer the next day. Another time, he had thrown a pot at a customers head, and, of course, it seemed like the owners fault. Eventually, it became less for revenge(though the motive was still somewhat there) and more for fun. The guy had the funniest looks when Milo messed things up, after all. Right now, it was morning. The shop was just opening up, and the man was going through the door. So, Milo being Milo, the ghost knocked a pot onto the guys foot. He winked at him afterwards, grinning widely "Whoops! Sorry. My bad." Here's a secret: He wasn't actually sorry. Surprising, isn't it? Milo knew the man also knew he wasn't sorry, but the words were more for effect than anything. He floated out from his position in the shelf-half in it, half above it- and went next to the guy, humming. He was already planning on what to do next.