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“Hey, Mikey. What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I want to be a ghost, Mummy,” he had said.
“Why?” she had laughed.
“’Cos then I can be invisible and make people jump. Boo!”
He had told his playfellows at school the same thing and they too had laughed. Eventually he stopped sharing his career plan, started considering other options and grew up.
Lewis too had known what he wanted to be from an early age but had kept the details to himself; unlike Mikey however, he remained true to his dream, practising whenever he could. It was whilst he was disposing of his latest victim, an ancient pug, that he glimpsed his old friend.
Lewis had waved a hand in greeting but Mikey had not seen him; he decided then it was time to graduate.
Lewis spent days hunting for a victim, so focussed that at first he didn’t notice Mikey, finally spotting him only when he had selected his target.
Annoyed, Lewis walked off. Now he had to choose someone else. And there was Mikey watching him, always watching. It made him angry, a murderous rage that started to consume him as he was thwarted at every turn. He would not be denied his kill, his dream.
Determined to stop his interference, he tracked Mikey to a run-down squat and waited, admiring the gleam of the railing’s spikes in the garden below as he did so. It gave him an idea. He moved back from the rotting window frame. He had to get his timing right.
The door opened slowly. “I know you’re in here, Lewis,” said Mikey.
Lewis shivered. The temperature in the squat had dropped considerably.
“Come on out,” said Mikey. “Seems like we’ve some catching up to do.”
Lewis emerged from the shadows.
“Nice view from up here,” said Mikey, looking out of the window.
He knows, thought Lewis. It was now or never.
He lunged at Mikey, intending to grab him by the shoulders but tripped as a floorboard suddenly gave way.
He stumbled, expecting to land on Mikey who stood between him and the window only to feel nothing except a blast of cold air. Automatically he put his arms out to prevent himself from falling, unwittingly grabbing the mouldering frame which groaned under the pressure.
“Mikey,” he whispered.
“I’m right here, old friend,” said Mikey, and put a hand on Lewis’s shoulder.
Lewis felt a push and then he and the window went crashing out into the night sky.
Pain sheared through him as the spikes pierced his flesh; an unbearable agony only relieved by the knowledge that at least Mikey had followed him out of the window.
Lewis forced himself to hang on to what little breath was left in his body and waited … and waited.
“Bad career move,” whispered Mikey in the dying man’s ear. “You can’t kill a ghost. Boo!”
The last thing Lewis heard was a child giggling somewhere in the darkness.
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