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a ghost story
by Alex Reynard
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He still hasn't noticed.

For weeks now I've been moving his keys, untying his shoes, leaving the fridge open, knocking over boxes, switching his game discs, unlocking his car overnight, unscrewing the mayo, unplugging his chargers, hiding his wallet, flushing the toilet, and turning off his alarm.

He still hasn't noticed me. This apartment is such a disaster area, any changes I make, he just shrugs and assumes he did it himself and forgot.

Look at him. Splayed out on the couch like a carcass. I'd think he was dead if it wasn't for the garlic-scented snoring, loud enough to drown out the TV he left on again, of course. And he's on the couch again, of course. I don't remember if I ever saw his bed not completely covered in crumbs, cereal boxes, Amibos, and Magic decks. Sleeping little angel. Deep in dreamland like this isn't a work day. How the hell does he still have a job!?

And how long have I been rooted here staring at him, wishing, not for the first time, that my hate alone could make his heart stop beating.

It takes all my energy to interact with reality anymore. I'd strangle him, but my fingers pass right through. I've slapped and kicked him... maybe a couple thousand times. He just strolls on by like I'm not there. Just keeps on streaming. Just keeps on beating off. Just keeps on folding whole pizza slices directly into his unbrushed bat cave of a mouth. I can make him drop his food sometimes, but then I have to go incorporeal for the rest of the day from the strain. Like a full-body migraine. Meanwhile he just picks it back up off the floor and eats it. Of course.

This is my hell. Nothing I do fazes him. He's the immovable object.

It was like this when I was alive too. So many arguments, trying, trying, TRYING to get him to do his half of the chores. To rinse his dishes. To not let the trash spill over. To do ANYTHING around here to make this place bearable. Most of the time, I'd bunker down in my bedroom like it was radioactive wasteland outside. His filth conquered the entire rest of the house.

I was in the bathroom one day. Taking a shower and trying not to let my body touch any surface around me. Stepping out, I slipped. I slashed my foot open on a broken tile. Any other place, it wouldn't have gotten infected. Or at least not so badly. Any other apartment, I wouldn't have had to feel my bloodstream turn into pure poison. I wouldn't have had to spend the last December of my twenties in a hospital bed, feeling my body boil itself alive with fever as my guts liquefied and drowned my heart.

I woke up back here. And I screamed.

Yet no matter how hard, nothing but silence came out. I can't even see myself. There's just my memories, and my spite.

Because I watched him go about his business as usual. Like I'd just stepped out for groceries. No tears. No grief. Just the same TV, same games, same oversleeping. The guy across the hall asked about me once.

"Oh him? He's gone."

Gone. I might as well have just moved out. And looking back, it was half my fault for not doing exactly that.

But it's too late for regret. Too late for reflection or redemption. There's not enough left of me for any of that.

There's only this endless, slow, deep, infinite, smoldering hate.

So now I have a new idea.

You see, moving smaller things is much easier than bigger things. It takes less energy, I mean. It's still difficult as hell. My fingers are like steam, and invisible anyway, so you can imagine the fun I have trying to grip something between them. But at least it doesn't incapacitate me with exhaustion.

Of course he'd never notice an uncapped medicine bottle or two. I can do about one pill every three hours.

I think by tomorrow, I'll have all of his antidepressants replaced with Tylenols.

Then I wait.

Look at him sleeping. I hope it's another nightmare. From the looks on his face, he's been having them more often than normal.

I can wait.

I can leave the sleeping pill bottle by his bed. And the box cutter.

And then we can finally be reunited again, face to face.

I can wait as long as it takes.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Osamu Tezuka's Metropolis Fanfics .ZIP
Last in pool
I was at Furpocalypse and heard about an open mic ghost story reading. The idea sprouted in my mind, and made me wonder, 'Can I crank something out before the panel starts?' Indeed I did.

This is really short, but it's a mean little sucker. Imagine it in the back pages of a Tales From The Crypt comic.

Keywords
male 723,707, death 5,751, ghost 5,172, horror 2,796, short story 738, no sex 584, ambiguous species 523, slob 198, roommates 184, haunting 64
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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 1 week, 5 days ago
Rating: Mature

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Thaddeus
1 week, 5 days ago
I was lucky enough to listen to this man read it in person when I hosted him for Furpocalypse.  This man can write, and voice act.
AlexReynard
1 week, 5 days ago
And he's modest, too!
chaosblackwing
1 week, 5 days ago
Not sure he's really thought that one through, I mean it's bad enough the roommate's a complete slob at the moment, but if he could drive him off somehow then maybe he'd have peace. Get the dude to off himself though and he's going to be stuck there with him for a long time(at least until Thanatos gets around to them).

Got dark towards the end there, but bloody hell that last line, practically dripping with barely contained malice/Soon...
AlexReynard
1 week, 5 days ago
Our narrator has not exactly retained his sanity after death.

And, thanks! I'm happy with a lot of things in this, but mostly how it starts off kinda comedic, then swerves into "Oh Jesus..." It's freeing to do a story with no ties to anything else, and no need to pull punches. Sometimes I like making you readers squirm. Heh heh heh...
Blackraven2
1 week, 4 days ago
>:>>>>>>>
AlexReynard
1 week, 4 days ago
...is that a snake skeleton? Or a spine?
Blackraven2
1 week, 3 days ago
its a smiling devil with a very long beard ;)

goes all the way from >:>> via >:>>> to >:>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
AlexReynard
1 week, 3 days ago
Also looks like Scorpion's weapon. "GET OVER HERE!!!"
Blackraven2
1 week, 3 days ago
>;D>>>>----------------------getoverhere!------------------------------------>>=>|-o
...
>;<nom-nom>>>
JunkBox
1 week, 4 days ago
Very nicely done! :-)

Tales from the Crypt indeed - and it would certainly work with The Outer Limits, or even some of the darker installations of The Twilight Zone.
AlexReynard
1 week, 4 days ago
Not bad for having been written on a phone keyboard in the middle of a giant room full of loud furries, if I do say so myself. ;)
chaosblackwing
1 week, 3 days ago
About how much time did it take you to write up?
AlexReynard
1 week, 3 days ago
Not sure. I was in the zone and not noticing time passing much. An hour, maybe? I got lucky and caught lightning in a bottle.
chaosblackwing
1 week, 3 days ago
Very nice, especially given the circumstances of 'spur of the moment' and 'in a noisy crowded room'.
AlexReynard
1 week, 3 days ago
I think the time crunch helped. Like, I knew I didn't have long, so I made the story superconcentrated. Maximum ideas, maximum conciseness.
Jellyfang
1 week, 3 days ago
Imagine, if you will, a dirty apartment room. In a city much like your own. Two occupants. One living, one dead. Certainly an odd couple...for the Twilight Zone.
AlexReynard
1 week, 3 days ago
Oooooh, I like that! Especially the reference to the Odd Couple.
RassyEyefur
1 week ago
A little dark, but considering I think that guy is my old house mate from a few years back I was sort of cheering for the ghost to succeed. Ah fiction the opportunity to do things you never would in reality.  Mind you I think there really should be an exception under the law for murder on the grounds of: Housemate-acide due to lack of sleep and being force to live in a pig sty. :)

As others have said a good compact story that still managed to evoke a response from the reader. It was also well written in the circumstances you outlined for composing it.

AlexReynard
6 days, 17 hrs ago
I drew a lot of inspiration from my own annoyance at myself when I'm depressed and barely doing anything. It wasn't difficult to see both sides of the situation.
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