Ninth Life: Guardian Ghost

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Christi Hayden

'Roy?' Contessa grimaced and clutched both hands to her head. 'What did you do, you crazy rabbit?' Albert blinked mildly. 'You were being bombarded on all sides by vengeful spirits, chere. I figured that if I didn't do something, you'd be losing your mind next so I put a binding spell on the one that had the most emotional attachment to you -- a guardian ghost, if you will.' 'But Roy Stoker!?!' Contessa hissed. 'That low-life, muscle-bound, conniving thug?' Her crystal blue eyes were tiny chips of ice. A greenish swirl of protoplasm rose up within the pentagram on the floor. The faint image of a broad-chested, tiger-striped feline began to take form. The ghost of Roy Stoner smiled lazily but his hooded eyes held no affection. They glowered with an inner angry fire as he looked down on them from the ceiling. 'As I recall, babe,' the ghost said wickedly, 'that's why you married me.' 'No, I was drunk!' Contessa shot back. 'I divorced you as soon as I was sober.' 'I never signed those bleeping papers.' 'Only because you were DEAD!!' A deep rolling growl began low and slowly rumbled around the room, shaking the pictures on the wall and rattling the knickknacks on various surfaces. The specter faded and then suddenly reappeared at eye-level with Contessa, lips curled back from ghostly fangs. 'You oughta well know,' Roy snarled. 'You pulled the bleeping trigger.' ---Excerpt from 'Ninth Life', fiction in progress. (edited for public consumption)

Published More than a year ago

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