Para-Cool: Ghost in the Boardwalk

Fictional tale of Earthling-life brooding paranoia and specter-witness 'consciousness' for an Atlantic City jitters.

A ghost story for getting over Xmas-hangover. Happy '25 all (stay cool), and thanks for reading, 

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EXECUTIONER: Well, I even visited the grave-site of the victim of this specter.

INTERVIEW: We thank you for agreeing to this chat about ghostly intelligence!

EXECUTIONER: I'd been working in that prison-house as an executioner for IQ.

INTERVIEW: Must've been something to note those Atlantic City sightings, pal.

EXECUTIONER: Charlie was convicted/executed and returned as a ghost now!

INTERVIEW: Must've been something to see the victim tombstone January 1.

EXECUTIONER: Oh, it was (Facebook-like).

Our protagonist antihero 'thinker' of this stranger dark tale of incomplete-distances readings to leviathan/uncertainty, a prison-house executioner, witnessed the death-chair activity of old evil bad immigrant Charlie who was tried and fried for bloody-murder (in old Atlantic City, USA). The executioner, pensive about immigration fears, trekked himself to the Boardwalk-town to play some daydream hands for football season TV during American Xmas festivities; and that's when he was surrounded, right there in Atlantic City, by Charlie-specter (ghost) sightings, which stirred some social media 'gossip' just ahead of New Year's (wow).

EXECUTIONER: Well, me thinks all this talk of a returned evildoer ain't games!

INTERVIEW: The specter-sightings in the Boardwalk sure were eerie.

EXECUTIONER: Summer's over, and Atlantic City Xmas was no charmer for me!

INTERVIEW: You were there, in Boardwalk-town, when the rumors surfaced?

EXECUTIONER: I heard of travelers who knew of the Summer magic of place.

INTERVIEW: These travelers saw a ghost lurking beneath the Boardwalk now.

EXECUTIONER: Why in the Hell am I the living witness of this freak-show?

INTERVIEW: Facebook-like!

The sighting of old Charlie's ghost in Boardwalk-town (Atlantic City), though never (officially!) confirmed, sent (actual) goosebumps down our executioner's weary spine (sure!). All that was confirmed, incidentally, was the discovery of a strange stick-figure crayon image, placed beneath Atlantic City's Summer-magical Boardwalk wood walkway, for some uncategorized reason just before the New Year ('25) came for all. Did the ghost of Charlie generate the crayon doodle for witnesses to find? Did one of his witnesses make the doodle/representation of Charlie's new visage for consciousness? What do you think? Was this some bad bloody-murder Boardwalk games hoax for street superstition (or human gossip)? Maybe our executioner, overcome with the memory of the electric-chair activity, himself generated bad ghost-hoax sightings beneath those wood-planks of the fair Boardwalk (hmmm). Maybe the doodle of a specter-figure discovered...somehow...was indeed...somehow the immortal face of old fried Charlie (wow).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)