The ghost of Richard Carol

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story of supreme randomness! You know the 101 word stories? Well mine's a 345 word story!

Submitted: March 03, 2009

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The ghost of Richard Carol

Sergeant Walter Harace sat at his desk in the police station, just like every other boring day. Suddenly a man walked through the door. When I say through I don't mean opening the door and walking in, or slipping through a gap. The man literally walked through the door without leaving a scratch. Walter leapt to his feet in shock. "Hello Sergeant Harace, I'm here to report a murder." The man said. Walter immediately went into cop mode. "Who was murdered?" Walter asked, sprinting to his desk to get a notepad. "Richard Carol" Replied the other. Walter now had his pad and was copying down the mans words. "And who are you?" He asked suddenly. The man sighed and said "I am Richard Carol. The victim." Walter froze, staring at the would be murder victim. Walter then raced into the chiefs’ office, leaving Richard alone. There was allot of shouting and eventually Walter returned, pushing an annoyed chief. The chief hitched up his trousers and said gruffly. "So you're the ghost hey?" Richard could tell the chief was amused and answered the him in a tired way. "Yes I am the ghost Chief." He answered, and to prove his point, he swept his hand through the chiefs shocked head. The chief wheeled and ran, yelling as went out the door "It's your case now Walter! I'm going to see my psychiatrist!" Walter was standing stock still, staring at the door as it swung shut. Richard continued like there had been no interruption. "I was bludgeoned over the head by a $500 000 shoe. Its diamonds are imbedded in my skull. Gives the mother of all head aches." He said this so matter-of-factly, that Walter had to look up. "Well who in the world would hit you over the head with a diamond shoe?!" He asked incredulously. Richard sighed, smiling in amazement at Walters’s confused face. "My dear man, who do you think would spend $500 000 on a pair of shoes instead of ending poverty?" Walter still looked bemused so Richard continued.

"It was obviously Paris Hilton."


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