My Sim's Stories

Currently following the life of a Bluebeard

3.1 Ghosts and Coffee


I arrived at the 10th house-call of the week.

Same as the rest.

There were spirits everywhere.


I pulled out my 3000 and began to capture the feisty spirits.


The days…possibly weeks… went by.

The ghost-busting business was booming.

One would think that would make me happy, but it left me confused more than anything.

I worked almost every night, and had a hard time sleeping during the day.

Sometimes I found myself wondering aimlessly through the neighborhood.

I was walking through a familiar part of the neighborhood when I smelled an unfamiliar sent. A warmth in the air accompanied by sweet, sugary goodness.

When did we get a bakery?


“Hello?” said the rather beautiful woman, that I had apparently been staring at. “Can I help you?”


Her accent was like nothing I had ever heard.

“Gosh…I am so sorry.” I said. “I didn’t mean to be a creep…I’m just so tired, and the shop smells so good.” I chuckled a little.

It started to sprinkle.


“It’s ok.” she replied. “Why don’t you come in and have a cup of coffee?”

“I would appreciate that a lot.”

We walked in the bakery.

Although the outside smelled wonderful, the inside still smelled like fresh paint. There was still a few pieces of wall molding laying on the floor, waiting to be nailed up.

She pointed to a chair. “You can have a seat. I’ll make us some coffee.”

She walked towards the kitchen. “My name is Sophia, by the way.”

“My name is Yanni.” I said loud enough for her to hear me.

A few minutes later she returned with two small cups.

“I hope you like Greek coffee…don’t drink the grounds at the bottom.”

The coffee was great.

The rain poured outside.

I tried to make small talk, and had to constantly stop myself from staring.

Sophia was beautiful.


“So, where is you accent from?” I asked shyly.

“I am from Greece. Your name is Yanni, a common name in Greece, are you also Greek?”

“I guess a little bit…I was told my Great Great Grandfather was Greek. I would love to go there one day.”

She sighed. “It is very beautiful. I have only been a way a few weeks, but I already miss it.”

“How long will you be here?”

“Just until my cousin gets the shop running well…”

The rain suddenly stopped.

The sun had started to set.

“So, I cook. What do you do?”

I didn’t really know how to answer her…


My phone rang.

“Please, answer it.” she said as she stood up.

She took our mostly empty cups to the kitchen.

I answered the phone.

Just as I suspected…another ghost problem.

Sophia returned from the kitchen.

“I apologize, but I have to go.” I said.

“Perhaps we can have a coffee again before I leave.

“I would love that.”

I waved good-bye as I walked out the bakery.

When I arrived at the house, I knew immediately something was different.

 I got chills.

They were getting stronger…

She appeared in front of me screaming.

“WHY CAN”T YOU HELP US?!?”Screenshot-128

Crap….now what?


Note from author.

So, I haven’t updated in… a long while. Thank you to every one and anyone that reads and has been waiting for a new chapter. I have the story lined up and pictures already taken.

This chapter ran a lot shorter than planned due to my internet  wanting to upload pictures at a ridiculously slow rate. I almost fell asleep waiting for one! I mean seriously…the day I decide to write….

Anyway, Thank you again readers! I hope you enjoy.


2 thoughts on “3.1 Ghosts and Coffee

  1. I’m glad you’re back! I also took a massive break from my Sims blogs at the start of this year and just started back now. I’ve missed the Bluebeard family! I didn’t even realize you were back until now, so I’m enjoying refreshing my memory of what’s been happening in your story. Great chapter as always 🙂

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