“So, in my story there’s a vampire, but it’s not a vampire. Well, it is a vampire, but it sucks souls instead of blood,” said Britney. “And it’s more like a ghost, really. It floats. You can’t really see it.”
“Could you kill it?” asked her friend, Trevor.
“I suppose, but that would be difficult.”
“I don’t know if that works,” said Trevor. “I’m not thrilled with the idea.”
“So what’s your suggestion, then?” Britney countered. She crossed her arms threateningly. “It can’t be better.”
“Sure, it could,” Trevor defended himself. “Maybe.”
“There’s a mad scientist. And he fires his greatest weapon, the ‘frequency cannon’, but it doesn’t do what he expects it do. Then he has to fix the consequences, or something,” Trevor elaborated.
“Not better,” said Britney. “Anything else? I forgot to say that in mine, the soul-sucker lives in stairwells, and sometimes leaves underpants behind.”
Trevor slapped his hand to his forehead. “Underwear? Why? Why would it even do that? It’s a monster.”
The debate raged for some time.
The next week, when the project was due, Britney and Trevor stood to read their story to the class.
“Once upon a time,” said Britney. “There was a vampire scientist, who created the ultimate weapon. “
Trevor read the next paragraph. “’The frequency cannon would spell the end of the human race, if it worked as the vampire intended. He pointed it toward the town and pressed the button to arm the device.”
“Nothing happened,” said Britney breathlessly. “The vampire pushed the switch over, and over again. The energy from the device backfired, and vampire began a startling transformation. His body began to dissolve, inch by inch. His undead flesh withered away, leaving his evil spirit behind.”
“And that’s how he became a ghost. The end.” said Trevor.
Britney looked up from her page. “That’s not the end,” she said tersely.
“I’m not reading the rest,” said Trevor. “It’s stupid.”
“Do it,” Britney hissed.
“Fine. Blah blah blah, stairway. Blah blah blah, underpants,” Trevor mocked.
“I’m going to kill you,” said Britney.