Here’s a small dialogue exchange from the story I’m working on. This is the lead female character, Jess and the resident ghost, Farley.
This is rough draft, and may not be in the final story like it is here. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
It begins with Farley speaking. 😉
“I think Rosie killed her so she can have the lead role,” Farley whispered. “She’s just playing distraught and shy to hide the fact that she’d kill for the part.”
Jess rolled her eyes. “Farley, don’t you have something better to do than hang around bugging me?”
He contorted his ghostly face, “I believe hanging around is all I’m able to do. It’s my job,” he said with a chuckle.
“Well, until the police say otherwise, we will assume she died of a heart attack.”
“But she argued with everyone yesterday.”
“She argues with people every day. You know that.”
“Yes, but I heard a couple of the cast members say they wished she’d go away.”
Jess raised one eyebrow. “Who did you hear saying that?”
“Well, I don’t know who exactly. I was merely floating by on my way to do something and overheard voices.”
“What were you doing? It’s not like you to not be more nosey than that.”
“I know, but I was on a mission.”
“To do what? You’re a ghost!”
“I still have to keep up my reputation, dear child. I had to go scare the delivery guy.”
“So you’re the reason for the fiasco in the break room?”
“Guilty.” Farley said with a sly grin on his ghostly face.
Grabbing an ink pen and throwing it through the ghostly body, she let out an exasperated sigh. “Thanks, Farley. I have to find a new delivery company now because that guy refuses to come back.”
“Pfft. They were over charging you anyway.”
“That’s because we have the reputation of being haunted. No one wants to come here unless they know about your antics.”
“You flatter me. I’ve done my job quite well, but the locals are used to me.” He had a pouty look cross his face. “I need new blood to spook from time to time.”
“Not only do I have to pull off this production in less than two weeks, I have to find a new delivery company, which I don’t have time for, and I don’t have time to play games with you about murder in the theater.”
Farley floated down to the desk. “You must do a murder mystery production soon. I am bored with these classics,” he said as he made quote marks in the air. “But,” he said as his face brightened, “I do believe we have a real life murder on our hands.”
Jess leaned back in her chair and thought about it for a moment, but didn’t say anything to Farley. She was starting to have the same conclusion he did, Clara was murdered. She just couldn’t figure out why or who. Surely the lead role in this production wasn’t worth killing over, was it?
I hope you’ve enjoyed it.
All the best,