Fucking internet. Fucking life. Here’s my story, I’m sorry it wasn’t on sooner. I’m not going to
be online because I’m too upset. I talk to you about it later. I had to change it a bit because the
sex scene sucked but I hope you enjoy!




Candles were lit in the precise area of the library and Madeline felt a chill going up her
back.
"You sure about this?" she asked her friend as she consulted her book.
"He loved this place. It there's a portal for his spirit it has to be here." Madeline shook her head.
Her old college frineds gathered. Madeline lay down on the ground and her friends knelt besides
her. Her best friend Lisa was at her head.

"We are using the power of the dark forces" she cried, "to summon the dearly departed spirt of
Gregory Adrian Hoyle." Madeline shivered again.

"She's looking paler." Lisa chanted and the girls picked up one right after the other.
"She's getting weaker."
"She's looking deathly."
"She's dead."

"Master, we now have a worth sacrifice." Lisa read from the book, "When the body rises Gregory
Hoyle will apear to us!"

Everyone put one finger under Madeline and chanted, "Rise body! Rise!" The lifted their fingers
and Madeline seemed strangely weightless. They stood there in mild shock until the saw a
glowing green light. A man seemed to form their and his ectoplasm settle revealing The Ghost
Writer.

"Guys? What's going on?" Madeline cried and they all dropped her suddenly.

"Madeline?" The Ghost Writer asked. Madeline whipped her head around and became face to
face with her ex-boyfriend.

"Gregory. It's you. It's really you after all these years." Madeline said as she hugged him tightly.
The Ghost Writer rolled his eyes, this had been a familiar scene in his life.

"Yes, it's good to see you too. What did you summon me for?" He said pushing her back. She
looked up in shock at him. That move had always worked in the past. In fact, Gregory looked as
though he had never aged since the night of his death. Except for the glasses he looked exactly
the same. Madeline, however, had changed drastically. Her voice became scratchy and she
looked as though she aged sixty years insted of just forty.

"I've been looking for you." she said with a mild pout.
"You mean, when you weren't sleeping with Jeffrey?" Ghost Writer asked not entirely phased.
"Gregory." she whined.
"Don't call me that! You never have that right to call me that ever agian. Now, I'm The
Ghost Writer!" he shouted angrily eyes blazing purple. Madeline pulled something out of her
coat pocket.
"A thermos?" Ghost Writer laughed, "What are you going to do? Keep my soup hot?"
Madeline pushed a button and Ghost Writer suddenly felt funny. Like his very essence was being
drawn into the thermos. He gave a shout finding himself well entrapped in a recently sold Fenton
Thermos.
There were a few moments of silence.
"Wow." Lisa said, "I can't believe he's still mad."
"Shut up." Madeline said. She had gotten Gregory that was all that mattered to her. The women
blew out the candles, packed up, and left the university library where she and The Ghost Writer
used to go to in days of old. As Madeline walked out the door she heard someone or
something. It had sounded like three women singing. The first was a high soprano who's
voice was steady and sure. The second, a mezzo-soprano, was happy and bright and travel up and
down when she wasn't laughing. The last, an alto, was sorrowful and it scared Madeline the most.
The alto voice was beautiful but sounded like she was weeping. A branch cracked on the ground
behind her and she turned around and gasped. No one was there and she felt as though her hands
were frosting over. Madeline couldn't help as though she was being watched...or hunted. She still
heard that same calling song but suddenly a lamp light burst as though the very energy inside of it
made it explode. Madeline was scared and broke for a run to her car.
"You have to let me go!" The Ghost Writer cried, "We're over! We've been over for forty
years!"
"But I can change! I can change my life and I'll be better and we can be together again." Madeline
begged.
"But what about me?" Ghost Writer cried, "What about MY life?"
"What life?" Madeline cried, "You're dead!"
"But that doesn't mean that I stop existing! What about my wife?"
"Wife?" Madeline stood there in shock, "But you died before you were married!"
"Yes." The Ghost Writer agreed, "In life but now I'm dead and there's this girl. I have to get
back."
"No!" Madeline shouted, "You were mine in life and you'll be mine in death and I...huh?"
Madeline turned around to find herself face to face with a shadow. Madeline blindly pointed the
Fenton thermos, screamed and slipped.
There was a flash and soon laughter. Madeline opened her eyes and saw that the Ghost Writer
was gone but biker ghost and his girlfriend. She had slipped on an old frozen yogurt and Kitty
had just taken a picture.
"Oh Johnny!" Kitty had cried, "This is the best present you ever given me! Where'd you get it?"
She pointed the device to a street lamp and it blew up.
"Technus." Johnny answered, "He traded it for a bunch of mirrors and stuff. No idea why." The
radio was turned up and the soprano and mezzo soprano sang loudly. The two lovers laughed and
Johnny 13 rode off. But even with the noise of the bike going away in the distant Madeline could
still hear a sorrowful alto voice and it still sang like it was sobbing.
"Gregory...Gregory." Madeline turned around to spy the ghost of a young British woman.
"Gregory where are you my love?" She cried and through the moonlight Madeline could see a
deep crease in the ghost's neck.
"Did Gregory do that to you?" She gasped wondering if the Ghost Writer had taken the life of
this woman to be his wife.
"Hmm? Oh, no dear." The ghost said, "I died long before he did. My husband use to beat me and
one night I accidently killed him so they hung me. Did you know my Gregory? Have you seen
him?" Madeline stared for a moment. This ghost was not only rejected but lonely.
"I...I did know him." Madeline said tearfully, "I don't know where he is though."
"Oh My God." Julia cried, "What if he's been captured by Walker? Or worse! He's cheating on
me!" Madeline felt a stab in her heart and remember when Gregory had walked in on Bill and
her.
"Hey," Madeline said, "Listen...take this."
"What is it?" Julia asked taking the thermos.
"If...if you can't find Gregory just take this home and open it." Madenline said, "Call it a gift from
to you and tell Gregory I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Julia asked.
"For everything." Madeline said and a bright green light apeared again. The stood a tall wolf like
creature whose claws could open a portal between worlds. Ghosts everywhere were flying
towards the sky heading back towards the Zone of the Dead. Julia paused for a moment and then
recognized the Fenton Thermos and understood.
"Thank you." She whispered, turned, and release the imprisoned writer.
"Now listen...Julia?" he gasped but she had pressed his lips against hers to silence him. Madeline
had let him go, back to his wife. He drew back smiling and, hand in hand, return to the place
where all who have died go to spend the night together. The alto singing voice became silent and
soon Madeline was left in the cold dark parking lot alone.
El Finite.