Humor Fiction posted October 1, 2016


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A ghost gets lost trying to haunt someone

The haunting of Miss Jackmore

by oliver818


Her eyes burst open and widened with fear as they took in the bright light glowing in the corner.

"Who, who's there?"

"Hoo, hooo, I'm a ghost."

"A ghost? Oh my goodness."

"Julia, it's me. I've come back."

"I am not Julia, I'm Lillian Jackmore. And who, may I ask, are you?"

"Miss Jackmore? Oh crap, I seem to be in the wrong bedroom. I'll just be going."

"Hang on a second, I know that voice. Tony Peterson, is that you?"

"No, no, definitely not."

"Yes it is. You're Tony Peterson. I'd recognise that voice anywhere. Come here, boy, let me see your face."

"No, I won't."

The ghostly white face turned away.

"Fine, then I'll come over there."

She flung back the sheets, and crossed the room.

"It is you. Young man, you are in big trouble. How dare you come into a lady's bedroom when she is sleeping? Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

His boyish, luminescent head dropped.

"I, I don't know."

"That's just like you, Tony Peterson, always speaking out of turn, but never a word to say when a teacher addresses you. So, what are you doing here?"

"I guess I'm out haunting and I got lost."

"Speak up, boy."

"I said, I guess I'm out haunting and I got lost."

"Oh you are, are you? Well, that doesn't surprise me at all. A disobedient scallywag at school, and now, a nasty, haunting ghost in the afterlife. I should have seen it coming. And tell me, how did you die? No doubt you were up to no good when it happened."

"No, I swear, Miss Jackmore, I was just crossing the road after school when a truck knocked me down."

"Oh for goodness sake. How many times did I tell you, 'Stop, look and listen'? But then you never did listen to me. Well, I can tell you this, young man, you're lucky you're dead, or I'd give you ten of the best for this haunting behaviour of yours. It's simply not on. But you're still not getting off scot free, that's for sure."

"Please Miss Jackmore, I'm sorry."

"Don't you please Miss Jackmore me. I suppose you have a pen and paper there in the after life?"

"Yes, Miss Jackmore."

"Well, go and get it, and then you can sit at that desk and write out one thousand times, 'I will not haunt my teacher'."

"Yes, Miss Jackmore."

The pale-faced boy disappeared and reappeared moments later with a pen and paper. He sat down at the desk and began to write.

"And if I find you slacking off, then after I die, which won't be too long now, I'll come over there with my ruler, and really give you ten of the best."

The sound of scratching echoed through the room as the sheets pulled up to her chin, a slight smile spread over the retired teacher's face.

"You still have it, Miss Jackmore," she whispered to herself.













Lost - Flash Fiction writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a flash fiction story under 500 words about being lost
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