There once was a man named Martin Grove. He dies at the end of this tale; however I believe the middle of the story is what is most important. So, Martin Grove was a drunk that had no sympathy for anyone but himself and his dog.
One day Martin had been drinking a lot more than he normally did, and he came home angered. He only calmed when he saw his dog; the mean, snarly, dog.
A day or two later, the doorbell rang, which was highly suspicious because no one had time for the man that had no time for them. They rang the doorbell again, until he finally answered and was shocked to find a small girl at his doorstep. She walked in steadily without invitation, she obviously wasn't feeling threatened by the horrible and tempermental man that was standing before her.
"Girl, do you have any sense; walking into my home like this? If you have any mind at all, then you will leave before you don't have the chance." Martin Grove had obviously expected her to run out the door screaming.
He was expecting her voice to be a quivering, high-pitched squeal; he was surprised when she spoke with a strong adult voice.
"I am your enemy from here on out. I came to assess you on your actions and you; I see you deserve no sympathy. You will have much to worry about; be prepared for what lies ahead."
"Wait. I'm good, please. Please, assess me some other time. Please, come back; I'm talking you. Don't-"
But she was gone. He had much ahead and he should be worried. Martin stayed awake all that night, paranoid beyond belief. He sat on his couch in front of the fireplace with his dog, in which he cared for very much.
The next morning, he went to the village and decided he was going to try to get some sort of fake anti-curse. Martin fought with the clerk about prices and what he would get. He finally came home with the top-of-the-line anti-curse formula, at 30 pounds less; he was cheap and loved to argue and barter.
When Grove arrived at home, he noticed an eerie silence, then a gigantic yowl, then followed by the recurring silence. He rushed to where it came from because it sounded like his precious Simon; the dog. Martin then saw a big brown lump on the floor, bloody and-
"Simon!!!! Oh, Simon, Si-Si-Si-mon. You, you're dead. How, oh why? Why did this happen?!"
Martin was such an evil man that many people partied when the ghost came back and killed him and his soul. And that was the end of the horrible Martin Grove.