The Ghost of Mary Jane

Tick tock goes the clicking clock, as time goes by I hear a knock. I get up and answer the door, to find a women her dress was tore. She had a joint hanging from her lips, I said come in she was still taking hits. She offered me a hit of her weed, I said sure as she followed my lead. I looked back at the women in the door, but she wasn’t standing there anymore. Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep? So I bit my lip to see if It would bleed. I threw myself down on the couch, holding my mouth screaming OOUUCH!! My eyes are red my mouth is dry, I gotta get something to drink before I die. Now the munchies are setting in, so I hit the kitchen high as a hen. Hungry as hell and high as fuck, I look for food but had no luck. I go to my room and shut the door. Then I hear the knocking once more. I get up and opener door it Was the same lady as before. I froze in shock not sure what to do, she smiled at me and I already knew. She held out her hand, I looked down. She had a joint so we passed it around. High again with my new friend, We step outside to catch some wind. I asked her if she had a name she said they call me the ghost of Mary Jane.