JUST GHOST TA SHOW YA

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TRICK OR TREAT STORIES BELOW... CROP1-resize2-recolor1

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  1. The Reader

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          Wow.  I was spitting up blood.

          Everything went white.

          Now I am looking down at myself in the bed!

          The Code-Blue team is frantic.  They’re pounding on me.

          My wife is reaching through them to touch me.

          My stoner daughter is looking up here – at me! -, open-mouthed.  What does she see?  Her eyes couldn’t be wider.  I wonder: what do I look like?

          That mirror down there…  Whoa!  How am I moving?

          What is there moving?  God, there is nothing here where my reflection is supposed to be…

          Wait, wait! Something, something is … bending the light.

          I hear my wife crying, “Come back!  Come back!”

          I can come back.  If I want to.

          Do I want to come back?  This isn’t so bad.  Why should I come back?

          This is peaceful.  Painless.  Am I alone?

          Is God here?  Is anyone here?  Someone to guide me?  Hello!

          What am I doing?  I have no mouth anymore.  I’m shouting in my…my…my what? My mind?!

          I can still see, so I must have some kind of eyes.  Maybe this is all electrons retreating down my dying brain.  I’m not scared.  What is left to suffer?

          My soul!  Am I my soul now?

          Whoa!  I can feel you all around me. Who are you?  Are you God?

          I heard that!  What do you mean “I don’t think so”?

          I have left my body.  I only exist inside of you! Inside of your mind.  I know it.

          But who are you?

          Oh, God, you are……

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  1. The Writer

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          Oh, no you don’t!

          I never promised you anything.  You made that foolish bet with me.

          How in hell did you think you could come up with an original ghost story?  One that hasn’t been done before?

          Look at all these other stories.  They’re all so good.  Your mind is shredded.  You’re like a hollowed-out pumpkin.  With no light!  Yeah.  Maybe you should be a Jack-O’-Lantern.  No, a JERK-O’-Lantern!

          Sure.  Maybe if that were your favorite brandy you’d have thought of something by now.

          Sure.  What time is it now?  Aw, you are so fucked.

          Forget it.  Your time is up.  Stop crying, you baby!  You have made a sacred bargain so now it is time to honor that bargain!

          You must now change places with me..…

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  1. The Holy Ghost

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