Tales of the
following two short stories were written by the Ghostmaster
back in 1996. He likes to call them "byte-sized"
short stories. One summer night, about midnight, during a
full moon, the Ghostmaster picked up his laptop and took a
walk about a half mile into the woods behind his house. The
idea was to listen to the peepers (tree frogs) and see what
kind of stories, if any, might come to mind. He sat on the
ground, leaned up against an old oak tree, and waited for
inspiration of some sort.
stories that follow were written in the woods that night.
They may not inspire you - but they are mercifully short.
They're the Ghostmaster's vision of what "life on the other
side" could be like for some people.
A young man finds the amusement park of his dreams - in
Slimey: The owner of
a rent-to-own store gets what's coming to him.