The Toilet's Clogged

This was our closest call yet. Jerry, the smartass that he is, tried to actually call for the ghost as if it were some kind of pet. Jerry’s lucky the flash bomb went off and spooked the ghost away, so to speak. Here’s how it went down:

We noticed the meter in Quadrant XI peaking at 1800 hours. Not unusual, what with the fog rolling in and all. That all changed when the meter actually broke. Anna began working to tap into the ghost activity to determine where it was heading. She gets to have all the fun.

After heading to the edge of the fog, Jerry decided to go ahead and jump in. He didn’t even ask us to go first. But why would he? And he wonders why he never gets past first base.

Without hesitation, Anna leaps into the fog. What other choice do I have? Well, had I known what was on the other side, maybe I would’ve opted for no choice at all. We found ourselves staring eyes-to-ghost with one of the meanest, creepiest, ugliest pieces of afterlife I have ever seen.

Rather than back away slowly like any sane person would do, Anna offered to help this spirit. This is why we broke up. If it weren’t for the money we get for our line of work, I would stay in one time period. I don’t even know why I stayed in this business after the first week.

So Anna says in her sweet voice, “We are here to help you.” I never believed Anna was a communicator, but that girl is full of surprises. Believe it or not, but Anna got something out of this lifeless creature.

I also never get the full story, but this ghost was talking about drinking from a toilet and dying because of his boss’s foul leftovers. Not sure. All I know is that this ghost has a vendetta that won’t be resolved on my watch.

Jerry jumps out from around a corner, screaming as if it were his last breath. The ghost throws Anna against a wall and turns for Jerry.

I could’ve let him die. Or better yet, let the ghost drown him in a toilet bowl, but no. I have to be the nice guy of the group. So I scream louder than Jerry. Jerry chucks the flash bomb. Unfortunately, he chucked it so hard I get knocked out. Next thing I know, we’re back in 2088, and the containment box is full for the day.

Thanks for another great day, Jerry. Same time, different year tomorrow, eh?