"A poltergeist is nothing but a juvenile

"A poltergeist is nothing but a juvenile trickster determined to plague credulous adults," said Joe Quarter as a teacup smashed against his forehead. Sally tried to look innocent.

"More tea, Joe? Sugar? One lump or two." She knew she had gone too far with that last line but as he was still sitting there wearing that vacant expression of "What the..", it

occurred to her that maybe his attention was elsewhere. Joe's hand twitched in acknowledgment. He was waiting for a meteor storm to cross his inner sky. "Fine," she said, filling h

er backpack with pebbles. She'd get Joe's attention, alright. She loaded the backpack until stones spilled out and it was almost too heavy to lift. Joe was still focused on his

tory; gotta kill that exam! How did Rasputin die? Joe strained his memory. Just then, she jumped off the bridge with weighted backpack. "Help!" she managed & went under. THAT'S IT!

"He died of pneumonia after being thrown into a river in a sack! Thanks for your help!" said Joe. "Glllrghle" she replied, still underwater. She managed to throw the backpack off

off her back into the idiot face of Joe. She did not want him to live any longer so she took off the knife on her belt and threw that at joe as well. It hit him square between the

nipples but with the hilt instead of the blade. The momentum was enough to cause a cardiac infraction that coupled with a previous bout of achey breaky, rendered Joe into an Iowan.

Joe took a step back from the entire situation, lost in his realization of this odd fantasy. He dropped his console, stumbled into the bathroom & stared into the cracked mirror.