@Anoki asked for ghosts or gods over on patreon so…
Saint Sebastian
She kept her hand in her pocket, wrapped tight around the small canister of pepper spray as the new tenants cheerfully invited her in. The door was open just a crack when she got there, and the sight of three black clothed figures shuffling through the maze of cardboard boxes had her on edge.
They were nice though. They were nice when she’d agreed to rent the place to them so she could help her mom after the surgery, and if anything they were nicer now as they ushered her in and offered her an ice cold saucer of Dr. Pepper.
She declined.
When she asked about the box she left behind they nodded eagerly and led her into the kitchen to show her the alter on the windowsill. Her favorite handkerchief and ceramic bowl sat surrounded by offerings. Fresh catnip, salmon, feathers, kibble, balls of foil, those weird circle things that you peel off of water jug caps, all the things that Sebastian used to like. Which was fitting, because in the bowl sat Sebastian.
He was looking very good considering he had died six months ago.
As small as the world 