Chapter 2: Help! I just destroyed a ghost and got cursed!

A few weeks had passed since I discovered my innate ability to flip fries onto the ground. My routine had been simple for the past few weeks. Going to my job at a neighboring café in the morning, returning home and having dinner in the evening with my still single brother (seriously find someone) and practicing my abilities through the night until I faint.

I'm proud to announce my results after the few grueling weeks of practice.

Willing the invisible hand that I have, or at least what I pictured it as to my bedside table once more, I flicked a pen upwards. That was what a week of training had gotten me.

Ahem. But I digress.

Now, after so many weeks, my powers had evolved to a never before seen height. At the start, I could only flick a weight up to 1.45 grams and lift a weight of roughly ten times lesser. But now... with the proudest expression I can show, I moved towards the water bottle that was a little filled with water and flicked it upwards. It weighed a total of 68.5 grams on the weighing scale and I can flick it in the air. How awesome was that?

Growing at an insane rate of around 2.6 grams per day, it won't be long before I would be able to fling a liter of water around... god damn this feels so horribly useless. Just as I juggled the water in the air for my daily training, a strange figure appeared in front of me. In fact, it flew in from the walls towards me at an insane speed.

GOOD LORD is that a ghost?!

It was so intimidating and powerful, it scared the shit out of me. My senses were telling me that I was a goner within a few seconds if I did nothing.

The figure appeared as my bottle that was being flung in the air came back down and landed onto the head of the evil creature.

"YOUUUU" the ghost screamed menacingly as it looked at me in the eyes.

"Curse you..." it wailed one last time before it attempted to reach me.

Naturally I backed off as quickly as I could but the ghastly hands found its way and worked its magic... on my crotch! Did you just touch my pride right before you disappeared?

My brain short circuited as I tried to process what had just happened.

One. I was flinging my bottle in the air.

Two. A ghost flew in from nowhere.

Three. It died from my bottle and touched my crotch.

Wait does this mean that there are going to be monsters and powerful enemies that I'm going to have to defeat in the future? My head filled me in with thoughts and dreams of adventures and discovering the unknown before the reality of being able to barely flip a bottle with little to no water struck.

Nope nope nope. All of these can stay far away from me. Maybe in another 50 years... having a retirement job as a fantasy adventurer sounds... yeah no way. Impossible. I brushed away the thoughts as I continued to juggle the water bottle.

I felt a cold chill coming from my lower half as I let the splitting headache set in.

What's going on?

I wondered as I took a glance below me. Or more specifically, at my pride. Why... is my entire crotch cold? I tried everything that I could in order to let the cold subside. Turning up the heater... showering in hot water. Nothing seemed to help as the coldness only hurt me more and more.

What is going on?!

Soon, I found myself tumbling side to side and rolling in my bed attempting to heat 'it' up.

"Oh no..." I couldn't help but utter out loud. What have I gotten myself into? Deciding that maybe the pain would subside when I awaken in the morning, I knocked myself out by overusing my abilities once again. Someone help me!