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Chapter 04 – Desirable Haunts – a free online serial ghost story by Rob Hopcott

At G. Host Residential and Commercial Real Estate Agents, Mandy languidly listened to the ghostly sound of a telephone ringing and ringing whilst meticulously filing her fingernails.

After it had rung for a suitably irritating length of time, she lifted the telephone handset.

“Hello … You are through to G. Host Residential and Commercial, mellow Mandy speaking, how can I help You?”

“It’s Harry here – I say I tried that place. You were absolutely right it was lovely and quiet. It was in a wonderful country location. There was a beautiful garden outside with all sorts of wild flowers and a little pond. There were oak beams and open log fire places. Completely ideal for a new ghost seeking tranquillity”.

“I get the feeling that there is a but coming,” said Mandy.

“It’s boring,” said Harry. “I sat there for hours with nothing to do. I’ve spent my whole life being busy and the thought of doing nothing for day after day is an absolute nightmare.”

“I can see that this is going to be one of those days,” sighed Mandy. “Couldn’t you commune with the butterflies or something.”

“Well there was an earwig passing. I tried being friendly but talking about the joys of watching wood rot just made me fidget – quite a lot.”

“Harry, I’ve just put on my thinking cap for you and come up with a brilliant idea. This Harry, believe me, will be absolutely ideal.”

“You mean it?”

“Definitely. You would make an absolutely perfect temporary dramatic ghost.”

“Well I did help put on an amateur play once – I had to bang a drum at the tense bits. But what exactly is a temporary dramatic ghost?”

“Well ghosts that have a regular dramatic haunting – you know, tragedies, re-enacted murders, blood oozing from floorboards – just like everybody occasionally need a rest. Sort of respite if you like. Sometimes they appreciate having somebody standing in for them. You know, somebody to keep the show going on while they are away. All situations are short term so you’ll never get bored. You’ll be provided with a script to work to so you won’t have to make any decisions – it’s perfect for a novice ghost that’s prone to boredom. And it’ll give you a good opportunity to try your hand at a variety of situations.”

“Sounds great – I’ll go for it!”

Mandy:”And here’s an ideal first accommodation. In return for bed and board, you occupy a tumble down house for a week. It’s quite a light tragedy. The present occupant is a nice young boy who got trapped there and died in agony. He doesn’t appear for everybody. Just other small boys – sort of as a public service warning.”

“But I don’t look like a little boy”.

“Use your imagination and you’ll have no problem”.

“OK! I understand I must be positive. It’s a long time since I wore short trousers – I’ll take it!”

“Bye bye,” said Mandy.

“Bye bye,” said Harry.

To be continued

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(Rob Hopcott – online author – fictionnews)

Note from the author. I hope you are enjoying this series of free serialized short ghost stories by Rob Hopcott. Check back often to read the ongoing ghostly story as it unfolds in regular free ghostly episodes.

Copyright Rob Hopcott 2007, all rights reserved. All characters in this humorous serialized ghost long short story flash fiction and other free on-line humor, short stories, flash fictions, micro-fictions, sudden fictions, post card fictions or very short stories on this site are fictitious and no reference is intended to any person living or otherwise.

Chapter 03 – Desirable Haunts – a free online serialized ghost story by Rob Hopcott

“You mean you’ve got properties available on other planets?” said Harry as he tried to ignore Mandy’s ghostly real estate agent cleavage and blue eyes that suddenly materialized too close for comfort.

Mandy pouted and laid a cool – very cool – hand on Harry’s recently regenerated cheek.

“Some find living here difficult,” Mandy said, understandingly. “You are not the first to struggle. The ghostly lifestyle seems harder to relax into for people who have lived their lives according to lots of rules.”

Reaching up, she gave Harry’s nose a tweak.

“Ow, that hurt!” said Harry. Why did you do that? You can’t go hurting customers like that!”

“No rules here!” said Mandy, smiling sweetly, then kicked Harry viciously in the shins.

“Ooh,” said Harry hopping around the musty office and wondering how he could feel pain, since he was dead.

An executive arm chair suddenly appeared just where he was going to fall and he gratefully flopped into it.

Mandy wobbled over with an exaggerated display of her hips, seated herself on Harry’s knee and stroked his throbbing nose.

“Diddums hurt you, Harry?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being here,” mumbled Harry, rather smothered by Mandy’s ample bosom. “Do you think you could go back and sit behind your desk so we can talk properly?”

Harry had just discovered that, in addition to feeling pain, he could also feel pleasure and Mandy on his knee was making rational thought impossible.

“OK, if you like,” said Mandy and flounced back to sit behind her desk, but not before she’d given Harry’s nose another vicious tweak.

Harry, restraining himself from crying out with the pain, settled for rubbing his nose and feeling miserable.

“It’s all been a bit much for me,” he mumbled. “Have you got something quiet, where I wouldn’t have to worry about other people? I just need time to collect myself. People are such a nuisance. I’ve always been able to do without them very well.”

“You are so lucky! I have just what you need,” smiled Mandy, who was now wearing a swimsuit that covered very little of her well developed curves, expressly designed, Harry was certain, to tease and make him uncomfortable.

“I hope you enjoy your new haunt!” Mandy smiled sweetly and started filing her fingernails and staring into the distance.

Harry found, once more, that he was confused.

“Er, have you got details of this place that you are recommending? How do I know where to go?”

“Oh, you are such a moaner! Do I have to do everything for you? Just walk through the door behind you and you can immediately start your new happy and relaxing haunt. Come back and see me again some time, if I can be of service. Bye Bye!”

When Harry turned his head, the door which he was certain hadn’t been there before, swung open. Strangely, he felt he could already hear the total silence within.

“Ahem!”

Harry officiously cleared his throat, straightened his tie, gave Mandy, who was now coloring her toe nails black, his best ‘glance of dismissal’, and stepped across the threshold into the silence.

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(Rob Hopcott – online author – fictionnews)

Note from the author. I hope you are enjoying this series of free serialized short ghost stories by Rob Hopcott. Check back soon to read the ongoing ghostly story as it unfolds in regular free ghostly episodes.

Copyright Rob Hopcott 2007, all rights reserved. All characters in this humorous serialized ghost short story flash fiction and other free on-line humor, short stories, flash fictions, micro-fictions, sudden fictions, post card fictions or very short stories on this site are fictitious and no reference is intended to any person living or otherwise.

Chapter 02 – Desirable Haunts – a free online serialized ghost story by Rob Hopcott

“Welcome to G. Host Residential and Commercial Real Estate Agency, I’m Mandy. How can I help you?”

A scent spray materialised in the blonde’s hand then a small mirror as ‘Mandy’ set about checking her eyes. The scent of dried rose petals drifted gently through the musty air.

Harry, who was still recovering from the shock of floating through a solid wood door, stood and waited patiently, as recommended in the Instruction Manual for Tax Inspectors paragraph 34 (b) under ‘Making the Client Nervous and Ready to Spill All’.

But the blond with the fluffy cotton-wool hair didn’t seem at all nervous and simply carried on checking her face.

“Er, em,” said Harry, trying to sound official.

“Nasty throat you’ve got there,” Mandy giggled. Her voice was tiny but piercing. It was the sort of high pitched shrill voice that grated, especially when the owner looked like a bimbo and wasn’t providing appropriate customer care.

“This isn’t a joke is it. This is a proper real estate agency for ghosts,” Harry was still trying to sound official.

“Rest in peace,” said Mandy. “I mean, be completely assured, sir. We’ve been finding happy haunts for ghosts and paranormal entities for thousands and thoooooousands of years.”

A tiny brown brush materialised and she waved it generally around her head, still not looking in Harry’s direction.

“May I ask where you heard about us? I just need to know for our statistics sir?”

“PC sixty nine and a half recommended you.”

“Oh yes, George. He loves his alley. You want to watch out for those trash bins. They are going to fall and kill somebody one day.”

Harry’s carefully ironed shirt collar was starting to itch – a sure sign he was getting mad.”

“Look! I know I’m new to this matter of being dead but your customer skills are – just appalling. Don’t you ever look at your customers?”

Mandy pouted.

“Not when they look as gruesome as you do sir. We are not required to serve customers who enter the shop with eyeballs hanging out of their sockets and smelling of fish bits. It says so in my Customers Charter. Especially since I was thinking of having a nice doughnut soon in my coffee break.”

Harry’s face was now almost as red as Mandy’s well rouged lips.

“You would look revolting if you’d just been buried under a pile of trash! What am I supposed to do; magic myself clean and tidy?” Sarcasm was Harry’s favorite form of wit, honed to perfection on cowering tax defaulters over many years.

“OK! I hereby imagine my eye back in it’s socket and a new suit of clothes! Happy?”

Mandy swivelled around in her black leather executive chair and smiled five thousand volts.

“That’s soooo much better.”

“Oh, it’s as easy as that! I had no idea.” Harry gazed down at his new suit of clothes and clean black shoes.

“Now, would you consider taking possession of a nice haunt on another planet or do you require a haunting on earth. What about a haunt in another time. You don’t have to stick with the 21st century, you know. Medieval is very popular these days.”

Mandy leaned forward and gave Harry another high voltage smile.

“Tell me what you want… I’m here just for you!”

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(Rob Hopcott – online author – fictionnews)

Note from the author. I hope you are enjoying this series of free serialized short ghost stories by Rob Hopcott. Check back soon to read the ongoing ghostly story as it unfolds in regular free ghostly episodes.

Copyright Rob Hopcott 2007, all rights reserved. All characters in this humorous serialized ghost short story flash fiction and other free on-line humor, short stories, flash fictions, micro-fictions, sudden fictions, post card fictions or very short stories on this site are fictitious and no reference is intended to any person living or otherwise.

Chapter 01 – Desirable Haunts – a free online serialized ghost story by Rob Hopcott

Harry blinked myopically at the large London policeman as he floated up from underneath the evil smelling pile of restaurant bins that had just fallen on top of him.

“Oi, Oi what have we ‘ere,” complained the policeman, as he adjusted his tall blue helmet to a more rakish angle.

“What exactly do you think you are up to, sir?”

Harry, who had already risen to over two metres above the dusty pavement, flapped his legs and arms and collapsed in front of the policeman, looking flustered and apologetic.

“I don’t know officer,” he panted. “The last thing I remember was walking home down this alley and those stacked dustbins falling on me. Otherwise, I haven’t the faintest idea what’s going on.”

PC sixty nine and a half had always been known for his subtlety back at HQ.

“You’re dead,” he said.

“What?”

“You’re dead, deceased, no longer living, stiffed, stuffed, kaput! You are no longer alive. Got it? Those ‘orribly smelly dustbins fell on you and terminated your existence as a human being.”

“Oh!”

“Now move along! You can’t stay here in this alley. This alley is already occupied!”

But, if I’m dead, where do I go, what do I do? I’m a qualified tax inspector and I’m used to procedures.”

“I don’t care about your procedures. What you do is move along, sir. You move along and away from this private property!”

“But I thought this alley was public property and a public right of way.”

“No sir, that is where you are ‘orribly wrong. Not in the ghost world. No, no! In the ghost world, this alley is very private property and you are trespassing. You are committing an offence.”

“What offence is that?”

“The offence of offending me. I have been happy in this alley for many years, sir, without being offended on. (Well, if you exclude the night I was stabbed in my particulars by that drug addict. Nasty piece of work. I put in a recommendation with the ‘Top Brass’ that he be dealt with severely when he arrived in this place.”)

PC sixty nine and a half leaned forward, conspiratorially. Harry thought he smelled a whiff of evil spirits on his breath.

“They all come ‘ere in the end – their end. And when they do, I’m waiting for ‘em!”

“Well, that’s all very interesting,” said Harry, but I still don’t know where to go. Is there a reception area or a place I can go to get some help.”

“Ah, sir, now you are talking my language. We London policemen are trained to be helpful these days. We don’t just catch robbers and thieves you know. We are an important part of the London tourism services. We even help annoying people who are getting in the way of our peaceful surveillance of private alleys, like you sir!”

PC sixty nine and a half beamed down at Harry.

Harry began to feel uncomfortable.

“Well, where do I go?”

“Around the corner, sir! There is a place around the corner where you can get a haunt of your own, so you don’t have to bother me any more. Now move along, sir, at once!”

Harry, felt he’d been dismissed before he’d the opportunity to achieve at least some rapport with this large PC, in accordance with the Tax Inspectors Customer Manual section 33. However, feeling sad, but doing as he was instructed, he floated down the alley past the arriving paramedics and ambulance.

Looking back, he saw the paramedics were trying to give him heart massage but it didn’t seem to be doing any good.

PC sixty nine and a half was officiously hovering over them making notes in his book. Harry wondered if he might get some sort of fine pushed through his letterbox for his offending, if ever he owned a door again.

The High Street suddenly arrived as places do when you are floating a couple of metres off the ground. It was rather busy but nobody seemed to pay Harry much attention.

A flashing light and neon sign caught his attention.

“G. Host Residential and Commercial Real Estate Agency,”

was written in large letters above the door of a rather dark and dingy shop.

Then in smaller letters:

“3,647 years of successfully helping first time ghost owners and all other ghosts and apparitions to find attractive haunts and climb the haunting ladder .”

“Well,” thought Harry, as he floated through the solid door.

“This looks like just the place!”

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(Rob Hopcott – online author – fictionnews)

Note from the author. I hope you are enjoying this series of free serialized short ghost stories by Rob Hopcott. Check back at http://paranormal.hopcott.net/ to read the ongoing ghostly story as it unfolds in regular free ghostly episodes.

Copyright Rob Hopcott 2007, all rights reserved. All characters in this humorous serialized ghost story and any other paranormal stories or ghost stories on this site are fictitious and no reference is intended to any person living or otherwise.