To sleep, perchance to dream.
No such luck for the tortured Klint Yeastwood - for
he has had to put up with a haunted bed for eight years and sharing a bed with
an insomniac spook is no fun.
Klint tried exorcisms, prayers and just simple
shouting abuse at the spook - but nothing seemed to work. In desperation he
With garlebastabobimater and
zapaghosterblasters in hand we marched into the bedroom only to hear a dull
snoring noise coming from the bed.
Cautiously we woke the sleeping ghoul - he was none
too amused. With the help of our dearly departed spirit guide
Ivan Noideea we heard the spooks story. His name is Horste and he died in
a tragic factory accident ten years ago. He had lived in the room that Klint
now occupies and, not knowing that he is dead he still does, Unfortunately,
just like Horste, Klint works the nightshift and each evening heads out
to the sweet factory where he makes chocolates for the angels.
He refused to give up the bed! There obviously
was a need for compromise.
At last, after an evening of discussion, and a
few bottles of whisky, the matter was resolved. The following week Horste
transferred to the day shift and now they happily share the bed.