It had come again in the middle of the night, undulating under the sheets like a flat fish might swim at the bottom of the ocean.
Petrified, Bobby jumped out of bed. He watched the creature, with its wave-like motion, slink under the covers heading down to where his feet would always be, the place where it would wriggle before slipping off and away.
In his mind he thought he would catch it and maybe even cook it, if it was a fish, although his mother had said that ghosts couldn’t be eaten or cooked.
You’re not escaping this time, Bobby thought, ripping the sheet right off in an attempt to expose the mystery. But he didn’t see anything. It was invisible as ghosts tended to be.
Bobby got closer, bravely holding out his hand in the terrified hopes that he might touch it. He padded around until finally his delicate fingers landed on top of the slippery creature. Bobby yelped, but kept his hand there on the invisible “eeewy fish,” desperate to make sense of this thing that haunted him night after night.
The wires from his head sent out crazed signals to computers and machines that measured his brain for activity. Suddenly the sleep lab was full of personnel, but Bobby was oblivious. He was trying to hold onto the cold ghoul that kept escaping his grasp.
Suddenly angered, Bobby grew violent. He threw the sheet back on the thing to see where it was and grabbed his heavy Bible to kill it with. Slam, Slam!
“Ughh, it’s already dead,” said Dr. Rupert from behind the lab’s glass. Doesn’t he get it?
“No, he doesn’t get it. He’s just a kid,” said Rebecca – his striking sidekick.
“I know darling, but we need a kid who can catch one, so we can study it,” replied Rupert.
Bobby’s vital signs were in trouble. The beeps jolted them back to the computer screens.
“It’s attacking him. This always happens,” Rebecca said, “Just stop it right now! We don’t want to lose him.”
Ignoring her, Dr. Rupert gave a go-ahead signal with his hand through the glass.
The crew did what they were instructed to: sprayed the phantom with a new liquid that had been developed by the brilliant grad student: Rebecca McCauley.
This new variation worked and the crew grew excited as they could finally see a true ghost, albeit a vicious orange jelly that had planted its entire sticky being over Bobby’s face and torso.
Their own faces turned to horror quickly as they witnessed it sucking his brains, blood, tongue and other tissue out of his eyes, ears and mouth with a vicious pumping cycle, ultimately sending out a huge splat of blood back up at the glass of the lab.
A flat line, and the ghost released its obliterated victim. There was no more live tissue to refuel its dependency needs and so it slipped back into invisibility and disappeared before it could be captured.
Dr. Rupert sighed – annoyance. “Call the parents, our condolences, he went mad, congenital defect and we couldn’t save him.”
“You fucking do it. I’m done,” Rebecca snapped. On her way out she slammed the door, torn over why she still loved this cold-hearted man…
In the blood splattered lab, Dr. Rupert reconsidered. “I’m not sure that’s a ghost…”
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