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February 28, 2003
Where the Trouble Started
Met a ghost named John. John died during the Civil War. He was a soldier. After dying, he decided to become a scientist. Learned all sorts of stuff about the universe. Could travel freely as a ghost. Exciting new theories.
As a ghost, he learned how to travel through time. Taught me how to do it. Said I could do it even though I was alive. I journeyed forward. Arrived in a city under attack by a giant monster, head like a rhino. I died and became a ghost.
Traveled back through time to talk to John. John had fallen in love with my girlfriend and a psychic priest married them. My girlfriend wore an ectoplasmic ring as John's wife. I stole the ring out of grief and journeyed to Egypt where they wouldn't think to look for me.
Spent a few years haunting archeologists. One of them disturbed a mummy's tomb and tripped a curse. I watched the spirits come pouring out of the tomb to surround the man and bedevil him until his death. Then I introduced myself to his ghost and gave him the secret of time travel.
He disappeared.
When he came back, he told me he'd gone way back to get revenge against the mummy that cursed him. He said the Pharaoh apologized profusely for the future harm done. Then taught him how to perform Egyptian magic. Mostly good for chasing off insects.
I traded my ectoplasmic ring to the archeologist for knowledge of Egyptian magic. Started a business as a ghostly exterminator. Had a secretary to answer phones and communicated with her through a ouija board. She fell in love with me, but the town didn't have any psychic priests that could see me and marry us. We made do with double entendres, racy talk. Tough to spell out, but worth it. Until she died.
I taught her time travel. She went back in time and opened a competing ghostly exterminator business to compete with me and got all the jobs ahead of me 'cause she memorized our client list. I was heart-broken.
Anyway, I just wanted to get that story out of my system. Tough to keep it bottled up. Sorry I wrote it in blood on all the walls of your house. Got rid of your bugs. Hope that's okay. Fair trade?
Posted by Michael at February 28, 2003 04:02 PM