#197. THE GHOSTBUSTER – A flash fiction

Am I an exorcist? Well, people think I am one!

Whenever a supernatural presence is felt, I am beckoned by the frightened inmates of the house to study the haunted place and let me hunt the spirits. Well, I will let you in on a secret of mine. I don’t possess any skills to expel the supposed evil spirit, but I let the people on, as it bought me fame.

But, how I did become successful then, you might wonder. That is my trade secret- a well calculated risk, coincidence and luck helped me capture the ghostbuster market. I would go on record to say, presence of ghost is just a myth. People get frightened for all things silly, but I wouldn’t call them out on that, as it floats my boat.

I got a call just this morning to do a live ghostbusting video of a dilapidated row house by the river bed and they were willing to offer me 50 grands for just an half an hour show. Losers! Well, the only condition being I won’t be given a cameraman. I will be using a selfie camera and would be doing a live streaming of the show.

As I made my way inside the old building, I switched my camera on night vision mode, made an entire circuit of the place. To make the documentary interesting, I made up many cooked stories from my supposed past experiences that would most definitely keep the audience hooked, presenting the show with a high TRP rating.

The place looked uninhabited for many years, cobwebs and pungy smell giving it a natural haunted look. I covered almost every part of the house, ended the live episode with a trademark touch of mine and set every item back in my big duffle bag with a high, having pocketed about 50 grands.

Just as I was about to cross the threshold leading to the exit, I heard someone calling my name. I could bet I have heard that voice before. I turned around to look at the face of the girl who once loved me more than her life, whom I broke up with, when she got pregnant with my child. But, how could she be here? Last I heard, she had developed complications during the delivery and couldn’t make it!

My eyes turned saucer-shaped as I took in her appearance, she brought in a bundle from behind. Bundle of a still born baby! I heard it scream, even before I could comprehend what was happening, I was hoisted high up the ceiling, my own shriek echoing off the rickety walls.

It was exactly there, I was discovered five days later. Well, I was no longer the most celebrated ghostbuster but had become a ghost myself!


For Fandango’s Flash Fiction #86

FOWC with Fandango- Study

Published by Ramya Vivek

Formerly a Software professional, I have been a homemaker for a while. My life revolves around my two daughters. Having started writing only recently, I just discovered what I have been missing all along in my otherwise almost-perfect life. I want to create postive content inspiring minds across all age groups.

28 thoughts on “#197. THE GHOSTBUSTER – A flash fiction

  1. This is the point, Ramya, you are a born storyteller! I am not sure that you know this. The book (and yes, there were many film adaptations of it, the best with Patric Stewart), was written by one of the best writers in the world, Charles Dickens. It is not scary but a poignant story about living life helping those in need. Over three nights and days, Scrooge is transformed from an evil man.into an altruist who repents his sins with God’s intervention.

    If you wanted to polish your craft, he would be best to read and learn from. You could never surpass him, but admire the amazing construction of his story, and perhaps, you would weep at the importance of goodness and kindness in the often brutal world. I always do when I read it.


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