“Rules are
meant to be broken.”
Isaac
Asimov* #quote
Today I updated
my Windows 8. I wonder what a downdate would be like. Or a sideways
date. Or a diagonaldate. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
George The
Grumpy Ghost
The spooky
house moaned with a voice most inhuman in deepest hours of the night
and sometimes even during the day. George the grumpy ghost caused
every one of them. The paranormal investigators of all kinds made
George moan, or growl or sigh or whatever noise struck him. George
was lazy and wanted to sleep, but slept light so those darned living
folk kept waking him up over and over again.
George couldn't
stand his frequent visitors. He just wanted to sleep all the time as
he did in life. But they kept coming and he made ghastly versions of
the noises that living people do when they drag themselves from bed
when a noise pulls them out of sleep. The town made a fortune off
him, though they named him Berry after the last person who died in
the home. People beyond paranormal investigators visited and a few
government people from divisions of the government that aren't
supposed to exist investigated the impossible noises after so many
people managed to report George's noises.
The curiosity
of the living never gave George any peace. Never any time to be lazy.
He could only be grumpy, and being grumpy just made the people keep
coming. Over fifty years passed of the town milking George for his
grumpy sleep as tourist revenue.
Eventually
though, the house burnt down leaving only a pillow miraclously
buried under the ash that no one found since no one bothered to look
through the remains of the ghost home. The physical contents of the
home concerned no one. George couldn't haunt the home, but the pillow
and the blanket were enough to keep him tethered to this world for a
good, long nap.
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