"Wait, Mita, it's me!" Johny coughed, spitting out a bit of salt.
"You're pale and weird-looking and you smell funny!" she wailed. "Only ghosts look like that!"
"I just ate something spicy, I swear!"
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, then quickly reached under the table and hurled a second pinch of salt like a holy warrior mid-ritual.
Johny ducked this time.
"Mita, please, my eyes are still burning from yesterday's 'training'. I don't need another exorcism!"
"Nooo… go away Shooo…. Shoooo…"
"Mita!"
He had no choice but to run towards the door and flung it wide open to let her see that he was not a ghost. But before he could say anything she rushed forward with astonishing speed, her small feet making the tap tap tap sound and hurriedly closed the door before locking it.
"Mita please, I'm too tired for this." Johny cried out in desperation.
