Chapter Four: The Ghost of Tarrah
.... and so, after using his flinging idea, he was at the lowest part of the volcano. He heard a voice inside him. It was getting louder. And he heard the giggles more and more. He kept seeing these hollusinations. Ghosts. He kept away from them and furiuosly rank upward, hovering his bow and arrow and flinging them at animals. He was very hungry, and his stomach could not survive in this sludgy weather. So he set after the volcano, hoping for a better meal. But all he saw was ghosts. So here's what happened.
Rick: Freakin idiots... why would those ghosts fuckin attacking me?
A Voice: INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!
Rick: Shi---
Cute Girly Voice: Hello.
Rick: What the-
Girly Voice: You look amusing. I'll help you fight these crimina-
Rick: Who are you?
Girly Voice: The Ghost of Tarrah.
Rick: YOU WERE THE GHOST THAT WAS TRYING TO ATTACK ME AND GIGGLING!?
Ghost: Ehehe, yes. You look handsome. I died one hour ago. The lava trapped me in my bedroom.
Rick: Are there more? Like my mother?
Ghost: No, not that I know of...
Rick: Oh... I lost my father and mother... because of those idiots. He pointed to the black, sludgy lava.
Ghost: I, too, and lost myself-- but I am the only heart surviver.
Rick: So, you mean you didn't but because of your heart, you still live but a ghost?
Ghost: Exactly. (Make a bow and arrow out of air)
Rick: Wow! Neat!
Ghost: Yes, indeed. I love to live in this ghost form 9x better than than pesky human form.
Rick: Oh.... but we still live, that's what matters.
Ghost: Are we friends?
Rick: (Blushing) Oh... um.. e---
Ghost: Oh just KISS ME!
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Woo Love
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
