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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Our Mutual Friend (not about the book) (09/15/11)

TITLE: "An Uncommon Home"
By Troy Manning


Timís house was fairly large and somewhat haunted. Most of the ghosts left him entirely alone and it is not good for a man to be that way. He would often try to talk to them but very seldom would he receive a reply.

Tim intentionally purchased a home near a cemetery so he might have company that he would neither have to provide for nor clean up after. The closest he ever came to that before were some sea monkeys he had as a child. They required nearly as little upkeep as the cactus he later was given as a housewarming gift.

The house in which Tim lived was a white New England manor. Just looking at it was enough to make one suspect it had ghosts. In the three years he lived there, Tim counted four of them. They were Kevin, Janet, Nancy, and Brad.

By far the tallest of the four was Nancy. She stretched to nearly eight feet. Tim knew this because he frequently heard the clinking of his chandelier that hung down six feet from a fourteen-foot ceiling. One could suppose she stood five-feet tall and reached up the remaining distance with her arms, but Nancy didnít have any arms. A pink sticker on her driverís license said that any part of her body could be used in case of a medical emergency and those were the parts they used.

Coming in at just under five feet was Kevin. Compared with Nancy he was essentially a midget. Whenever he wanted to make the chandelier clink, he would have to use a stick or ask Nancy for assistance. Nancy was happy to oblige Kevin but when Tim would ask her to make some noise, the house would fall deathly silent.

Though only five foot three, Janet was easily the scariest of the bunch. Sometimes she would play with squeaky doors while at other times she would cause rotting flesh smells in different rooms of the house. Tim once asked her how she made those smells but she simply replied with a shrieking laughter that frightened him very much.

As for Brad, he was neither here nor there but sometimes everywhere all at once. Of the four, he was generally the most visible. Whereas the others were usually more effusive, Brad often took the form of a dense smoke. It brought Tim comfort, at times, to simply pull up a chair in the midst of him and reminisce about old flames.

Tim might never have known the names of his housemates if it werenít for a friend that they all had in common. Trudy, one of those transient romances from Timís adolescence, reestablished contact with him through Facebook. He invited her to dinner and she, almost immediately, recognized the peculiar odor in the house as Janet. They often played together as children, Trudy explained, until Janetís family moved away. Janet frequently suffered bouts of depression and burned her arms with cigarettes. As she seldom bathed, the sores would often putrify. Other than that, Janet was generally pleasant to be around.

Tim told her about his houseís other three inhabitants. By his descriptions, Trudy was able to put names to them as well. Recently, she had learned from a Tweet that Janet had been in a fatal car accident several years back while out on a double date. Janet, driving, lost control when Brad, her date, lit up a cigar and held it out to her. Nancy, an unusually tall girl who was keen on smaller guys, also succumbed in the crash, along with Kevin.

Though disturbed by this information, Tim took some comfort in knowing that those with whom he shared his home were practically his peers. Trudy soon joined the household through matrimony with Tim.

Becoming increasingly intrigued with things supernatural, Tim began attending a local seminary and was eventually ordained as an Episcopalian priest. While this made a few of the occupants uneasy, Father Tim assured them they could stay as long as there was no more smoking.

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Linda Goergen09/23/11
Bet Tim has lots of fun at Halloween with his New England manor near a cemetery, complete with resident ghosts! LOL
Since I donít believe ghosts are the spirits of human loved ones or former occupants, but manifestations of demonic activity to deceive humans, I would be terrified were I Tim! 2 Corinthians 11:14 tells us that Satan and fallen angels are able to disguise themselves as helpful and harmless and would do so to deceive people into thinking there may be an alternative than their spirit going to heaven or hell, upon death.
Of course, I know this was some light-hearted fiction though and in that perspective it was humorous, especially the ďno smokingĒ line!
Noel Mitaxa 09/24/11
This was tomb much; and more than I ex-"spectered," but it just ghost to show you how grave life can get.
Entertaining read, with warmth and humour, especially in the closing twist.
Theresa Santy 09/25/11
"Most of the ghosts left him entirely alone and it is not good for a man to be that way." I love this sort of one-two punch. I have a close personal relationship with a fictional character who spits out this sort of twisted true-but-funny-and-sometimes-sad humor nearly every time she speaks. Just like your MC.

Very entertaining.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/29/11
Congratulations for placing 7th in level 3!