I thought it might be a nice diversion, a reason to put down the tools of every day life. So when he gently knocked, I answered.

The first day was all I hoped... restful, peaceful, non-productive. I had a good reason to forget about the responsibilities seemingly progenerating in my household. You already know how this is going to turn out.

I thought I could maintain the upper hand. However, he just wouldn't leave. When he tired of discourse with me, he began to influence my children. I cursed and commanded him to leave, but he lingered. Always, he was a little outside the doorway, but not quite. What had I done to allow him patronage?

He stayed. And he ate. He nibbled contientiously away at my carefully prepared stores. My home began to reek of his leavings. I was ashamed, anxious and indignant. It will take me many months to rebuild what has been stolen.

He is still here, though he seems to be finally growing disinterested in my company. When he leaves, I will be thankful. I will be sure to never open the door to a sick spirit.