From Beginning to End
Chapter 2
" Shut up! " boomed a heavy, and harsh Boston accent.
Casper watched his Uncle Stretch's violet eyes scan the room, stopping on Fatso and Stinkie, who were now on the floor fighting each other for the remote. Casper muffled a small sigh. And began the count down..... One...Two....Three.....WAP!! Yup, never failed. Every time.
" You twos are startin' to get on my freakin nerves! " Casper heard his Uncle Stretch say. " Everyday, I am stuck in this run down rat trap with you two bumbling idiots. And I am personally sick of it. I get up and you two are fighting over some dumb soap, which I hate by the way. "
Wow, something Casper actually agreed on with his moody uncle on.
" But Stretch, " Stinkie began, " Fatso...... "
" Not buts boys. Let me finish. Nothing ever changes. Nothing. I get up, watch tv, scare some fleshies, come back to you two idiots fighting over this crapiola. And Bulbhead......Wait where is Short sheet anyways..."
Oh crap......Caspers mind flashed warning run run....go go go....while you can before......
" Hey Casper, there you are, " his uncle Stretch said as he turned his head to sneer down at nephew with blazing violet eyes,
" Come 'er I wanna show ya somthin, "
Ohh never a good thing when a moody, unpredictable, devious ghost want to show you something. Especially when it was his uncle Stretch. Crap. Could his day get any better?? Answer is no.
Casper just floated there and prayed. When he didn't come there immediatly, Stretch floated over to him, grabbing his two younger brothers as he went. Both of them quivering with fear over what was going to happen. Now when Stinkie and Fatso quivered because of there older brother you knew something was wrong. Because usually they were right there with him. Stretch let go of them and " stood " them up beside his nephew.
" Boys, I am so sick of this. All of it and.... "
Whatever his uncle was going to say was inturrupted by the doorbell, wait they had a door bell. Casper didn't know. Oh well, I guess we do, he thought. He hurried out from under his uncles gaze, straight to the door. When he opened it, every thing was quiet......for about 5 seconds and then an ear pericing scream was hear all through the manor and about a mile down the gravel road. Making the crows fly out of the tree. And then a PLOP was heard.
" What the heehaw? " Stinkie asked.
" A scream and then a PLOP. " answered Fatso.
Stetch rolled his eyes and then just for good measures wacked Stinkie and Fatso.
" Lets go see boys " said the self appointed leader, his mood seemed to be improving.
