Notes: I came up with the idea of writing this while at work the other night. Hopefully Shakespeare understands, and doesn't decide to come kill me in the middle of the night.
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It was well below freezing in South Park, and Francis desperately wanted his shift to end so he could return to the warm guard quarters and get some well earned rest. Suddenly he heard a noise and instinctively raised his halberd.
"Who's there?" he called.
"Me!" a voice answered.
Francis relaxed, it was his relief, Bradley.
"Finally, I was wondering when you would show up," Francis remarked as Bradley walked up and stood beside him.
"Well, I didn't want to show up," Bradley said with a sigh, "but it's midnight and I have to relieve you. Anything I should know about before you go?"
"Nothing," Francis answered.
"Good," Bradley replied, "if you see Kyle or Jason on your way to the guard house, tell them to hurry up and get out here, will ya?"
"That won't be necessary," said Francis, "here they come now."
"Hi Guys!" called Kyle as he walked out onto the castle wall with Jason following close behind.
"Well, goodnight everyone," said Francis as he walked into the castle.
"Goodnight!" called Jason.
Kyle and Jason stood beside Bradley.
"Have you seen it," Jason asked, his voice suddenly gaining a serious tone.
"No," answered Bradley, "and Francis said he didn't see anything either."
"You guys must really be board," remarked Kyle, "seeing imaginary creatures and stuff."
"Dammit Kyle," said Jason, "Bradley and I have seen something out here, twice."
"Ya, whatever," replied Kyle.
"Sit down," said Bradley, "and we'll tell you about it."
Kyle did as was requested.
"It happened two nights in a row," Bradley began, "at one o'clock in the morning. Jason and I were standing watch and suddenly…"
"Bradley, shut up!" whispered Jason, "there it is, look!"
Bradley pointed into the distance, and Kyle gasped, for there before him, floating about thirty feet away from the wall, was a ghost. Although it was dark and somewhat foggy, Kyle could clearly identify that this was the spirit of the dead King, Randy Marsh.
"See, told you," whispered Jason, "I told you, and you, and you didn't listen!"
"Jason, shut up!" whispered Bradley, "Kyle, say something to it!"
Kyle didn't say anything, he simply stood awestruck, staring at the ghost.
"Dammit Kyle, speak to it!" whispered Jason.
"What…what are you?" Kyle stammered, "Why…why do you…"
Kyle paused, then spoke again, his fear now quelled.
"Why do you take the form of the fallen King of South Park?" he called, "By heaven, I charge thee, speak!"
The ghost turned and began floating away.
"Come back here you son of a bitch!" yelled Kyle.
The ghost turned and gave Kyle the finger.
"Hey!" yelled Kyle.
"There see, you offended it!" cried Bradley, who seemed quite happy about the whole ordeal.
"Goddammit!" whispered Jason.
"I've gotta tell Stan about this!" cried Kyle, as he dashed back inside.
Suddenly Bradley and Jason stood alone on the castle wall.
"I told you he would piss the ghost off," said Bradley.
"I fucking hate you," replied Jason as he handed Bradley a fifty dollar bill.