The Trouble With Ghosts
The sounds of trumpets filled the air, to be
drowned out as a legion of horses steamed through the castle gates. The amazing
sight caused the local peasants to run in excitement to inform other family
members or friends. The lead rider, Casty, dismounted his horse and snaked his
way through the maze of corridors to reach the throne room.
"Ah, Monsieur Casty is back," said the doorman and guard, a man called Colin.
"Colin!" cried Casty. "How are you, me old mate?"
"Fine thanks Casty. Good hunting was it?" It was at that moment that Colin noticed that Casty was dragging a large black sack through the castle. A sack that was moving. Like a body was in it.
"Superb. Superb. Got a fine catch here," replied Casty.
"And the weather? How was it back on the continent?" inquired Colin.
"Warm. Sunny. Definitely not damp like it's always is here," reported Casty, looking out the window to see more miserable English rain.
"And the French ladies?" asked Colin, rising his left eyebrow slyfully.
"I'd love to stay and chat, but unfortunately this story needs to be moved forward, and we can't achieve that standing here, chatting like noisy chipmunks. Now, please let me proceed."
"Very well," replied an unwilling Colin. He pulled three times on a rope connected to some bells which rung out, and then opened the door to the throne room. Casty, dragging his sack, entered, and bowed before her majesty.
The throne room was circular, with drapes and curtains hanging from the room. Against the far wall was a large, golden throne. Seated in it was the Queen.
"Ma'am. I've done it. I found the one that you were looking for." Casty opened the sack, tipped it on its side and a leather clad rocker tumbled out with the grace of a goose with only one wing. Alvin Stardust was not impressed with his treatment.
"Ah, excellent," smiled Sexy Voord, rising from her throne.
*insert title sequence here, for that is a very cool cliffhanger-y moment to pause on*
"You must be out of your tiny minds!" declared Alvin, looking at Sexy Voord and Alpha Centauri, who had emerged from behind a purple curtain behind the throne. "Why did you have me captured like that? You only had to send word and I would have returned."
"I needed you now. And it was Alpha's idea. She thought it would add tension," replied Sexy Voord.
"Indeed," squealed Alpha Centauri, in that high pitched shrilly voice that was strangely seductive. "There is trouble afoot. We are being terrorised by nightly appearances of ghosts."
"Don't be foolish," replied Alvin. "Ghosts aren't real. There'll be a logical explanation. Sexy Voord is the galaxy's best detective, why can't she solve it?"
"I'm bored, Alvin darling," she drawled. "Besides I'm having so much fun pretending to be Queen."
"Ok. Ok. I'll investigate this one."
***
Stardust's digital clock flashed 10:30. He emerged into the dark corridor, a flickering burning torch halfway down the passageway the only source of light. He waited. And waited. A minute ticked by. Another minute. Bored, Alvin picked his nose. Gahhh! It tasted horrible.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
What was that?
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Another high pitched shriek. Alvin stiffened. He could hear movement. He could hear something behind him. He turned and glimpsed a big white shape streak past him. He turned back to see the ghost disappearing around the corner. Strange, the ghost was giggling.
***
Some more minutes had passed.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
It was returning.
Was Alvin ready to face it?
He told himself that he was. There had to be an explanation for it.
Slowly the ghost moved back into view, still giggling. Alvin frowned. It seemed vaguely familiar. The ghost started approaching him.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. HE HE HE"
"Alpha?" asked Stardust, with uncertainty in his voice.
"What is it?" replied the ghost in a squeal, followed by a high pitched "Oh drats!" Alvin moved forward, and pulled the white sheet off of Alpha Centauri, whose big eye was blinking in embarrassment.
"But why?"
"Because it's fun." At that moment, Sexy Voord emerged from the shadows, and the trio started laughing.
The End
"Ah, Monsieur Casty is back," said the doorman and guard, a man called Colin.
"Colin!" cried Casty. "How are you, me old mate?"
"Fine thanks Casty. Good hunting was it?" It was at that moment that Colin noticed that Casty was dragging a large black sack through the castle. A sack that was moving. Like a body was in it.
"Superb. Superb. Got a fine catch here," replied Casty.
"And the weather? How was it back on the continent?" inquired Colin.
"Warm. Sunny. Definitely not damp like it's always is here," reported Casty, looking out the window to see more miserable English rain.
"And the French ladies?" asked Colin, rising his left eyebrow slyfully.
"I'd love to stay and chat, but unfortunately this story needs to be moved forward, and we can't achieve that standing here, chatting like noisy chipmunks. Now, please let me proceed."
"Very well," replied an unwilling Colin. He pulled three times on a rope connected to some bells which rung out, and then opened the door to the throne room. Casty, dragging his sack, entered, and bowed before her majesty.
The throne room was circular, with drapes and curtains hanging from the room. Against the far wall was a large, golden throne. Seated in it was the Queen.
"Ma'am. I've done it. I found the one that you were looking for." Casty opened the sack, tipped it on its side and a leather clad rocker tumbled out with the grace of a goose with only one wing. Alvin Stardust was not impressed with his treatment.
"Ah, excellent," smiled Sexy Voord, rising from her throne.
*insert title sequence here, for that is a very cool cliffhanger-y moment to pause on*
"You must be out of your tiny minds!" declared Alvin, looking at Sexy Voord and Alpha Centauri, who had emerged from behind a purple curtain behind the throne. "Why did you have me captured like that? You only had to send word and I would have returned."
"I needed you now. And it was Alpha's idea. She thought it would add tension," replied Sexy Voord.
"Indeed," squealed Alpha Centauri, in that high pitched shrilly voice that was strangely seductive. "There is trouble afoot. We are being terrorised by nightly appearances of ghosts."
"Don't be foolish," replied Alvin. "Ghosts aren't real. There'll be a logical explanation. Sexy Voord is the galaxy's best detective, why can't she solve it?"
"I'm bored, Alvin darling," she drawled. "Besides I'm having so much fun pretending to be Queen."
"Ok. Ok. I'll investigate this one."
***
Stardust's digital clock flashed 10:30. He emerged into the dark corridor, a flickering burning torch halfway down the passageway the only source of light. He waited. And waited. A minute ticked by. Another minute. Bored, Alvin picked his nose. Gahhh! It tasted horrible.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
What was that?
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Another high pitched shriek. Alvin stiffened. He could hear movement. He could hear something behind him. He turned and glimpsed a big white shape streak past him. He turned back to see the ghost disappearing around the corner. Strange, the ghost was giggling.
***
Some more minutes had passed.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
It was returning.
Was Alvin ready to face it?
He told himself that he was. There had to be an explanation for it.
Slowly the ghost moved back into view, still giggling. Alvin frowned. It seemed vaguely familiar. The ghost started approaching him.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. HE HE HE"
"Alpha?" asked Stardust, with uncertainty in his voice.
"What is it?" replied the ghost in a squeal, followed by a high pitched "Oh drats!" Alvin moved forward, and pulled the white sheet off of Alpha Centauri, whose big eye was blinking in embarrassment.
"But why?"
"Because it's fun." At that moment, Sexy Voord emerged from the shadows, and the trio started laughing.
The End