New Ink Pitt--Levitating Lewdness

New Ink Pitt--The Haunting of Doom pt. 2 of 5: "Levitating Lewdness"

The Prophet of Doom rose up in bed to face the outline of the ghost before him, using his telekinetic power to lift himself up in the air! Trodemus was now levitating about six inches above his mattress, and was on level with the ghost. Below him, Belinda lay sleeping soundly.

“GHOST!” Trodemus yelled loudly, forgetting his lady love was still asleep. “Do you know who it is that you torment?” Trodemus stared at the floating white outline that was in the shape of a traditional white sheet ghost. When the ghost did not reply, Doom became angry, and decided to let it know exactly who it was dealing with.

“I have seen the future and know what is to come! As sure as the sun rises and sets, the Prophet knows and NEVER forgets! I am…TRODEMUS, PROPHET OF DOOM!” Still no reply came from the ghost.

“You would do well to leave this place, for I, Trodemus, am a being of immense power, in tune with the supernatural! I shall banish you by force with my otherwordly powers if necessary, and cause you much pain! Take heed, Spirit! It is no mere mortal you face in Trodemus, Prophet of Doom!”

Below Doom, Belinda stirred. She wiped her eyes and let out a huge yawn before looking up.

“Troddie, what ya doing up there?”
“Silence, Belinda! The Prophet of Doom is in conversation with a ghost! You will heed my demands, Spirit!”
“Whatever you say, Troddie. Hehe”
“What are you giggling at, woman!?”
“Troddie, you should probably look down. I see your supernatural…parts!”

Trodemus turned to look down to realize that his parts were indeed showing since Belinda was looking straight up his cloak! He fumbled with his hands to cover himself.

“No Troddie, don’t! I’m enjoying the view! Love it when you give the supernatural orders! Makes you a really big man mmmmm!!”

Trodemus smiled. “Not now, Belinda! Can’t you see I’m in conflict with this gh--” As Trodemus turned to face the ghost once more, he realized it was gone! He floated back down and lay beside Belinda, puzzled.

“Where’d it go?”
“Where’d what go?” Belinda asked.
“The ghost! It was just right there--glowing bright as day! Didn’t you see it?”
Belinda smirked. “I didn’t see anything, honey. I’ll take your word for it though. I know you’re in touch with the supernatural, however…” She then pointed at a white towel laid across a chair near the bed. “…maybe you just need to relax.”

All characters, stories, and performances
are (C) 2012 Joshua Dyson
Photo by Joshua Dyson and Kristen Whitehead

All characters appearing in this work
are fictitious. Any resemblance to real
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.