Mike right now." Mike said "At least until we start getting more people here for me to be a story master for."
Mike didn't know when he started thinking like that because he loved his title. That was another weird thing that was happening around here. So much was happening so fast to this little world of storytelling zombie followers now that they lost their zombies to follow.
"How come?"
"I don't know. It...It's just doesn't feel right." Mike said and felt odd for saying it.
"Well that's why you're the boss!"
Boss. Mike thought
"Riiight...anyways was there something you wanted? A short story or something? So many people have been asking for one."
"Yes, everyone does seem to be getting a bit antsy lately."
Antsy. Mike though
"No, I just wanted to watch you work." The sharp eyed ghost said
Work. Mike thought. Now that was a thing. He didn't know what he was doing with telling people what to do but he didn't think of calling it work till after he said it. But that other thing he just said...He was watching me! Like another ghost to his zombie! That disturbed him to his core and he didn't know why.
"Well...Stop." Mike said
"What?"
"I mean...Go and help the others. They could use some help searching. Someone sharp like you."
"That's why you're the boss!"
The ghost practically saluted. Mike stood idle as he watched the sharp eyed ghost join the search group as they headed off with enthusiasm. Something felt very worrisome about all this, and he had no idea why. Maybe it was the way that ghost made him feel like a zombie. Like a mindless rabid beast who aimlessly wandered while a silent audience critiqued and took notes of your actions. In essence he felt like the other ghost was better than him and he suspected that he knew it and was poking fun at Mike's expense. Now here was a ghost he needed to keep a close eye on.
Almost as if on cue, the sharp eyed ghost turned and waved back at him from the distance.
"A very close eye." Mike said to himself oblivious to the rest of the world “Preferably from a very long distance away.” He then watched as most of the search group move on beyond his sight and disappeared.
"You should go." Mist said
"What?" Henrietta replied
"Go." Mist said as she put a freshly plucked cucumber in her basket
"But I thought you said I was welcome to stay here. Also what was all that back in there?"
"You are. And I will tell you about that." Mist said as she pulled out an oddly deformed carrot that looked like an expensive inappropriate toy for female pleasure [10] .
"Well?" Henrietta said while trying to hide her gross embarrassment as Mist obliviously placed two radishes that looked an awful lot like mammary glands on either side of the phallic vegetable.
"Just not right at this moment." Mist said as she pulled out a bucket and began milking a goat.
"What do you mean?" Henrietta said almost with a squeak as a stray stream of milk shot off and splashed on the insanely inappropriate vegetable display in all the wrong placed.
"Seriously! Are you messing with me with those vegetables?!"
"Of course I am dear." Mist said as she kept filling the bucket "Look at the basket again."
Henrietta winced when she dared herself to look again only to find that none of the vegetables looked like what she saw moments before.
"How did you-"
"-Only a test dear. Shows me I'm right. You're so high strung right now that you need a breather."
Henrietta felt struck numb. She didn't know what to think or feel especially after that ... That illusion .
"This place is overwhelming you. And yes, the dead can get overwhelmed. Trust me, you need a breather."
"Wh...where shall I go?"
"Anywhere will do. Just go already. Things will settle down by the time you get to wherever you should be."
"I..." Henrietta began but thought better of it and wandered away.
Mist stayed still as she kept
Mike didn't know when he started thinking like that because he loved his title. That was another weird thing that was happening around here. So much was happening so fast to this little world of storytelling zombie followers now that they lost their zombies to follow.
"How come?"
"I don't know. It...It's just doesn't feel right." Mike said and felt odd for saying it.
"Well that's why you're the boss!"
Boss. Mike thought
"Riiight...anyways was there something you wanted? A short story or something? So many people have been asking for one."
"Yes, everyone does seem to be getting a bit antsy lately."
Antsy. Mike though
"No, I just wanted to watch you work." The sharp eyed ghost said
Work. Mike thought. Now that was a thing. He didn't know what he was doing with telling people what to do but he didn't think of calling it work till after he said it. But that other thing he just said...He was watching me! Like another ghost to his zombie! That disturbed him to his core and he didn't know why.
"Well...Stop." Mike said
"What?"
"I mean...Go and help the others. They could use some help searching. Someone sharp like you."
"That's why you're the boss!"
The ghost practically saluted. Mike stood idle as he watched the sharp eyed ghost join the search group as they headed off with enthusiasm. Something felt very worrisome about all this, and he had no idea why. Maybe it was the way that ghost made him feel like a zombie. Like a mindless rabid beast who aimlessly wandered while a silent audience critiqued and took notes of your actions. In essence he felt like the other ghost was better than him and he suspected that he knew it and was poking fun at Mike's expense. Now here was a ghost he needed to keep a close eye on.
Almost as if on cue, the sharp eyed ghost turned and waved back at him from the distance.
"A very close eye." Mike said to himself oblivious to the rest of the world “Preferably from a very long distance away.” He then watched as most of the search group move on beyond his sight and disappeared.
"You should go." Mist said
"What?" Henrietta replied
"Go." Mist said as she put a freshly plucked cucumber in her basket
"But I thought you said I was welcome to stay here. Also what was all that back in there?"
"You are. And I will tell you about that." Mist said as she pulled out an oddly deformed carrot that looked like an expensive inappropriate toy for female pleasure [10] .
"Well?" Henrietta said while trying to hide her gross embarrassment as Mist obliviously placed two radishes that looked an awful lot like mammary glands on either side of the phallic vegetable.
"Just not right at this moment." Mist said as she pulled out a bucket and began milking a goat.
"What do you mean?" Henrietta said almost with a squeak as a stray stream of milk shot off and splashed on the insanely inappropriate vegetable display in all the wrong placed.
"Seriously! Are you messing with me with those vegetables?!"
"Of course I am dear." Mist said as she kept filling the bucket "Look at the basket again."
Henrietta winced when she dared herself to look again only to find that none of the vegetables looked like what she saw moments before.
"How did you-"
"-Only a test dear. Shows me I'm right. You're so high strung right now that you need a breather."
Henrietta felt struck numb. She didn't know what to think or feel especially after that ... That illusion .
"This place is overwhelming you. And yes, the dead can get overwhelmed. Trust me, you need a breather."
"Wh...where shall I go?"
"Anywhere will do. Just go already. Things will settle down by the time you get to wherever you should be."
"I..." Henrietta began but thought better of it and wandered away.
Mist stayed still as she kept
Similar Books
