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\chapter{The Screw That Turned}
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\by{BigSkillet}
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``{\ldots}and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped,'' said a man in
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a powdered wig that was reading a story to a group of people.
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Everyone else in the group was scared except for one, and he stood
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up.
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``That story sucked and the ghosts were gay,'' said the standing man,
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who took a badge from his coat and showed it to the storyteller. It
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read 'Luke Bavarious, P.I. PhD.'
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``I should arrest you for being so boring,'' he said, drawing his gun
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and aiming it at the storyteller.
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``Oh bother, please don't, old chap,'' said the storyteller, who was
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British. ``It isn't my fault, it's a true story and it really
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happened that way. And it all happened in this very same house on
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this day ten years ago!''
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When he said that everybody else got scared because it meant they
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were in a haunted house, but not Luke Bavarious. He just grinned
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and put a cigarette in his mouth.
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``You all stay here, I can handle this. I can arrest those ghosts,
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and I'll show them the letter of the law the hard way.''
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``Oh Luke, you're so brave,'' said one of the ladies who was sitting
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in the room.
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Luke Bavarious fired his gun into the air and then lit his
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cigarette on the still-hot barrel. ``It's all in a day's work,
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ma'am,'' he said, ``and I like my work.'' With that, he left the
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room.
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Luke Bavarious walked down the hallway with his gun drawn. The hall
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was dark with shadows, but his glowing cigarette gave him all the
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light he needed. Suddenly, outside of a window, he saw a shape.
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Luke recognized it as a man, but the hallway was on the third
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floor. There was nothing outside for him to stand on except the
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darkness. It was one of the ghosts that the storyteller had warned
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him about.
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``Stop where you are!'' said Luke Bavarious, aiming his gun at the
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window. The ghost stayed outside the window, an evil glimmer in his
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ghostly British eyes.
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``Put your hands up. You're under arrest for haunting this house and
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I think you molested a kid in that story,'' Luke continued, but the
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ghost ignored his order. Luke fired at the ghost, two bullets
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shattering the window with a thunderous crash. When the smoke
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cleared, the ghost had vanished.
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Suddenly, he turned, and at the end of the hallway was another
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ghost. It was smaller but still British, and Luke recognized it as
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the ghost of the boy that had died.
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``I've defeated the ghost that killed you, there's nothing to be
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afraid of now,'' Luke said, approaching the boy.
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``Please don't feel that I've been bad,'' said the boy. Luke stopped
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and aimed his gun at the boy because his sixth sense told him it
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was a trick. ``I had no intent to harm when I stole that
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letter.''
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``You're under arrest for stealing,'' Luke said. Two shells hit the
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floor as he fired into the boy's ghost. When he went to inspect the
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boy ghost's body he found a letter in his hand. It said: ``To my
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dearest Luke. Please forgive me my son. Sincerely, the
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ghost.''
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Luke Bavarious dropped the letter and screamed as he felt his heart
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stop from the true horror that was his fate all along.
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