“You can’t believe everything you hear,” said Sally. “Especially from the dead.”
“I didn’t say I believed him,” Ben replied. “I just think it’s worth looking into, that’s all.”
Sally looked a little disgusted.
“Him?” She said. “They aren’t hims or hers, they’re its. Do you even know what ghosts are? I mean what they really are?”
“Of course, they’re people who’ve died and can’t move on. They’ve got – “
“Wrong. They’re all the nasty and spiteful bits of the soul that can’t get into Heaven. They’re just so much slighted ectoplasm with a long memory and a complete inability to forgive. Next time one of the wretched things starts shooting its mouth off, do yourself a favour: stick your fingers in your ears and start whistling the theme tune from Laurel and Hardy. They hate that.”
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
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