Nov 18, 2009

The Ghost of Turkeys Past Act 2

Act 1

Mr Yam was prepared for bed, (I don't think I need to include what he did. Let's just say a shower, and more.) and a half step away from his bed when he heard a thunderous knock. Mr. Yam murmured under his breath "Who the expletive is at my door? I bet it is that bitch of a wife of mine." he laughed. "I knew you would be back!" he shouted with glee, as he started walking to the door. But to his surprise it was not.

"Who the hell are you?" Mr. Yam asked.

"I'm Keith, from accounting."

"Uhh... And why are you here?"

"Oh, yeah. I have message for you."

"From who? My wife I bet!"

"I don't know man. I was trying to score some crack and some guy asked if I wanted to make five bucks."

"Oh? And what was his message?"

"Oh yeah right. *clears throat* 'Hear me!' cried the Ghost. 'My time is nearly gone.'"

"Uhhh what are you talking about?"

"Dude. Shut up. I'm telling it like he told me to tell it."

"Alright fine, just get on with it."

"Anyway! As I was saying. *clears throat* 'I am here tonight to warn you, that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. A chance and hope of my procuring, Mr. Yam.'"

"This sounds oddly familiar..."

"You will be haunted, by three spirits!"

"Wait a minute... This sounds a lot like A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens" Mr. Yam stated.

"Seriously man. This would take literally two minutes if you would just shut up."

"Fine fine, go on."

"You know what. You aren't taking this seriously so I'm giving you the cliff notes. First ghost will come at one when the bell tolls, the second will be an hour after that, and the last an hour after that."

"In A Christmas Carol his ghosts were spread over three days." Mr. Yam said snidely.

"'In A Christmas Carol his ghosts were spread over three days'" Keith mocked. "Look dude, I was just doing this for the 20 bucks. So if you have problem take it up with some one else."

"Words hurt... Words hurt."

"Whatever. I have a hooker and twenty four pack waiting for me. I'm leaving. Good luck with whatever."

Mr. Yam shut the door and started laughing. "I wonder who put him up to that." He looked at the clock "Well it's 12:20 so I guess I'll find out" he said under his breath.

7 comments:

DaniG said...

Thanksgiving will never be the same now... And to think I looked forward to Mr. Yam... :)

TJ Lubrano said...

Kinda generous huh, a hooker and $20.

Act.3 is going to be full of surprises! I will make some popcorn.

Mystey Artist said...

Lol! I agree TJ. lol

GetTheShovel said...

Waaaaaait a minute. I know where this is going. We're gonna go ghost spottin again, huh. Let me get my Sharpie...

Derek Bowles said...

Dani- Just wait. It will get even better!

TJ- He had the hooker before he got the 20 dollars.

Mystery- You have no idea.

GetTheShovel- Hmm... I don't think that will work. These are more like 'spirits' and less like ghosts ;p

roentarre said...

Reading your blog makes me feel young again.

corfubob said...

Don't hold it against him James, he's only an amateur. But I like his style. Well done for getting the word 'photography' (or derivative) 4 times into your short profile. Noted your humour in various discussion comments Derek, and the purple is OK too. Keep it up.

 
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