The Ghost
An extremely short story, by me.
“If you are a ghost,” said six-year-old Noah, “why do you look like a person? If you no longer need a body, why do you still have to look like you’ve got one?” Before the ghost had chance to answer, Noah continued, “And your clothes; are they ghosts, as well? How can a pair of trousers become a ghost?”
Whereupon the ghost stopped believing in itself and vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
The End.
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I thought it strange that a ghost would choose such a place to rattle chains and such, but I trudged ahead. The show must go on, after all.
More boos, but I paid little mind and by the time I had finished my set, the room was echoing with a chorus of "BoooOooOOoo".
Maybe I was creating these ghosts? "Oh, my gosh", I thought. "I'm really killin' 'em!"
"Building's burnt down", she pronounced with some authority.
I replied, "No, it's just empty and falling apart because noone is using it."
"Building's burnt down", she repeated.
I tried to explain the disrepair again, but she became tetchy.
"Building's burnt down!"
I heard a few days later that the fire brigade were called to the blaze just after the witching hour.
The one subsequent to our journey.
I heard a few days later that the fire brigade were called to the blaze just after the witching hour.
The one subsequent to our journey.
She may have been trying to say - 'building's burnin down - as young children have a fairly keen sense of smell, just sayin..
I'm in search of Noah's ark, the ghost
I think I've either spent too much time with dogs, or given I'm a deaf old git with the need for reading glasses, something has gotta work.
We were also in a fairly sealed smelly old train carriage in the centre of a fairly polluted city about 50 meters away from the building.
Besides, don't ruin my story, it was longer than Harbal's.
Will I get in trouble if I asked someone, " if you are a person, why do you look like a ghost?"
Would they disappear?
Harbal