Saturday, September 15, 2007

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“I have finally done it!” he said, rushing into the room.

“Done what?” she asked.

“I have perfected a machine that will turn you into a ghost. It literally makes you into a ghost! You can float around unnoticed, then pop out at any time! You can listen in on conversations, and float through walls! You can be one of the unloving! You can be a ghost. You CAN BE A GHOST!”

She sat there, quietly, staring at him as he excitedly waited for her answer.

He waited, panting, and pacing, wanting to share this gift with the woman that he used to love.

Finally, she answered.

“Okay. Make me a ghost.”

And he promptly shot her in the head.

The end.

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