The Law of The Set

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: July 12, 2013

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Hi, my name is Karl Flannigan. Well, the ghost of Karl Flannigan anyway. I used to be an actor before the accident. I was about to break out big and I mean big! I was about to be the main character in a film about a scientist who had discovered that certain animals had cells that could cure cancer. It was a weird script and it was quite low budget for a Hollywood film but it would do as my breakthrough.

 

I had everything going for me and now I’m stuck as a ghost on this stupid zoo set. I did briefly take a trip to a cemetery, but after I watched myself be buried I was dragged back here by some robot courier. It was a black and red robot with such simple designs. It was in fact simple in every way as it would pick you up by your collar and then warp to the scene of your death. There are so many weird characters around here. I think everyone who has ever died here is here, but in their different costumes. I guess they see the set they were working on though.

 

I know I’m already dead, but it’s quite scary here for me. I was a comedy actor so my ghost is bright and easily visible. You do get the odd ghost that is dark and hidden from plain sight. These are the guys who played the bad guys. The worst one down here is rare to see unless he is hunting you. He was an actor playing a clown in a planned ‘IT’ sequel. The film was scrapped because the actor was beheaded by a prop. His ghost now walks around like some weird headless Ronald McDonald.

 

Although we are already dead, we can be hurt. If I was to be stabbed, I would feel the pain forever rather than healing or dying. It’s quite literally like Hell. This clown guy, nicknamed Ronnie (I came up with that one) goes around giving us ghosts the same fate as him, headlessness. Is that even a word? Ah who cares, I’m dead. No one can tell me I can’t create new words. Anyway I should get back to the point. He sneaks around waiting to behead someone every single night. Many believe he was the first to die in this set and that ever since he has been causing all the deaths around here.

 

I have had my fair share of tangles with him, but he’s just a joker to me. Every time he comes for me I wind him up to the point where he throws his head at me in a rage and I hit it into the distance screaming “Batttttterrr UP!” He would then scramble after it. It makes me laugh so much every damn time. But the last time I did it, he caught it straight away and he smiled really sinister like. He put his available hand toward me and stuck his thumb up, then turned it downward in a sadistic manner.

 

Long story short, I am now hiding in a prop cupboard awaiting my head being cut off by a sick clown looking ghost. I would be really scared, but I can’t help but see the funny side of everything. In fact I keep giggling quite loudly and I imagine he can hear me. I don’t really seem to care though as long as the last thing my attached head does is laugh. He bursts through the cupboard door with an axe in hand. He places his head down onto an up-turned bucket as though it was his only audience member. He swung the axe toward me. I made it my last effort to place a devilish smile upon my ghostly face. Then slice!

 

I now am holding my head in my hand and I can’t help but to turn it toward myself to see my headless ghost. I’m shocked to see that I am suddenly wearing a clown suit and I too have an axe in my hand. I turn my head back toward my killer and he is clothed only in a toga. I now recognise him as an old actor who was playing a Greek God when he was murdered on set. It’s a legend in Hollywood. This means it’s a giant game of ghostly tag. It’s actually kind of funny really. I’m now ‘IT’. It is now my job to chase and also behead another ghost. I guess that is the best kind of comedy… irony.


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