DUMPING THE DEAD • by Barbara A. Barnett

Warren sucked in a deep, courage-gathering breath. Enduring this semester’s evening statistics class was bad enough. Walking past forty acres of graveyard on his way home from campus was worse.

Mist swirled over damp grass and gnarled tree roots, between thick tombstones and alongside the cemetery’s cold block of a mausoleum. A heavy chain and padlock held the main gate closed, and iron fence posts pointed toward the sky with sharp, spade-like tips.

If only that were enough to keep the dead inside.

Warren gripped the straps of his backpack and strode forth. Brisk pace, he reminded himself, but don’t run. Running would attract her attention.


Warren groaned. There would be no escaping her now.

On the other side of the fence, just inside the cemetery, Katie sat on the tombstone of one George T. Withers, 1898-1975, beloved husband. Katie swung her phosphorescent legs, and Warren shuddered when he realized he could read the tombstone’s epitaph through them.

“I can’t stay.” Warren shifted his backpack and sighed, wishing he could find a different way home — one that didn’t take him fifteen minutes out of his way. Sheila would be pissed if he was late again. “I have class tomorrow.”

“But I thought you’d want to see me,” Katie said with a pout.

“We broke up, Katie.”

“That was before my little accident.” Katie beamed at him — a look that would have been endearing if Warren hadn’t been able to see the mausoleum through her head. “Now that I’m dead, you’re supposed to realize how much I really meant to you. That’s how true love works.”

“I realized how much you meant to me when you were alive. That’s why I dumped you.”

“But you love me, Warren.” Katie floated through the fence and hovered in front of him. A mildew-like scent emanated from her ghostly form. “I won’t let you leave until you admit that.”

Warren snorted. Katie may have learned how to muster up enough tangibility to sit on tombstones, but he knew she hadn’t figured out how to do anything else yet. He stepped through her and started toward home. “Goodnight, Casper.”

Katie floated after him. “It’s that other girl, isn’t it? Sheila.” The name sounded like nails down a chalkboard when Katie said it. “What does she have that I don’t?”

“A corporeal existence.” Warren swiped at his face and arms; walking through Katie had been like passing through a cobweb.

Katie shrieked and kicked the cemetery fence. Warren expected her foot to pass straight through like it normally did during her fits, but instead it struck with a clang and knocked a fence post free.

Katie floated up to him, seething. “She doesn’t love you, Warren.”

Warren gulped. Pissing off a ghost who had just kicked an iron fence post loose didn’t seem like the best idea, but he wasn’t too keen on encouraging her Fatal-Attraction-like tendencies either. “Of course she loves me.”

“Has she ever said it?”

“Yes.” Warren squirmed under Katie’s scrutinizing, iridescent gaze. “Okay, no, not in so many words. But she will.”

Warren walked on, cringing in anticipation of Katie’s pursuit, but after a few steps, it seemed she had given up on him — for tonight, at least. Warren fought the urge to look over his shoulder. Best to keep walking, he told himself. Brisk pace, eyes straight ahead.

And that was when he heard it. The shriek.

Warren turned back as Katie torpedoed toward him, fence post in her hands, the spade-like tip aimed at his chest.


Two days after his funeral, when Sheila finally came to visit his graveside alone, Warren materialized. And when Sheila stopped screaming, he smiled. “I know it’s a bit of a shock.”

“A shock?” Sheila backed away, face pale, mouth hanging open; she had never looked more beautiful. “You’re a frickin’ ghost, Warren.”

“Weird, isn’t it?” Warren placed a translucent hand against his tombstone. When it didn’t pass through, he laughed and flicked a beetle off the side. To think that it had taken Katie weeks to get a handle on this sort of thing.

“I know I’m dead now and all,” Warren said, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t see each other anymore. I’ve totally got this tangibility thing down. We can do everything we used to, even — ”

Sheila wrinkled her nose. Warren supposed he couldn’t blame her for being reluctant to continue every part of their relationship. He did smell like mildew, after all.

“The night you died, Warren… I was going to tell you something.” Sheila pursed her lips, seeming to consider her next words carefully. “I think we should break up.”

Warren felt as if Katie was ramming the fence post into his heart all over again. “You what?”

Sheila took a deep breath. “I think we should break up,” she said again, this time more firmly.

Warren tried to slump against his tombstone, but he fell through the slab. He passed through freshly packed earth, the lid of his coffin, and straight into his stiff, cold body.

Somewhere in the distance, Katie laughed.

Barbara A. Barnett is a 2007 graduate of the Odyssey Writing Workshop, where she learned valuable things about writing and the evil ways of chickens. Her short fiction has appeared in publications such as Flash Fiction Online, Shimmer, Hub and Every Day Fiction. Since earning a dual degree in English and music, she has spent most of her professional life working as a grant writer for various performing arts organizations in Philadelphia. She lives with her husband in southern New Jersey and can be found online at www.babarnett.com.

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  • Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned, even when dead! Good story! 🙂

  • JonGibbs

    “I realized how much you meant to me when you were alive. That’s why I dumped you.”

    A big 5 stars from me 🙂

  • A lot of short stories fall apart when you reach the end and nothing happens beyond a lame joke. This story hangs together from the first sentence to the very last. Great story and an entertaining read. I hope to see another one from you in the near future. Five big ones from me.

  • Entertaining and timely. I enjoyed it! Thank you!

  • Of all the macabre Halloween themed stories this week, this is by far my favorite. I love the light humor and the irony. And, it reminds me how ex-girlfriends can be. The writing was excellent.

    5 stars for sure!

  • Well done, an interesting take on the subject. The ending was great. Poor Warren! Five coffins.

  • Margie

    “Revenge is a dish best served cold!” Great story . . . loved the humor . . . 5 stars! 🙂

  • Now, this one I like. Not the usual boring ghost-type stuff. This was clever. Well done.

  • Bob

    Ha! Very clever, nice light touch. Perfect for a rainy day before Halloween (how did you know it would be rainy here?)

  • Arthur

    Ooh, blithe spirits! Lovely.

  • Pam

    Very nice! although at first I felt sorry for Warren, by the end, I felt he got his just rewards.

  • Jen

    This is a great story! I loved the character of Katie, so evil! Why is it that I don’t feel bad that Katie was dumped by Warren, but I feel so bad for Warren being dumped by Shelia? Maybe because Warren dumped Katie before she died? I wonder if Warren and Katie will hook up again, I doubt it though.

  • Rick O’Donnell

    Kept me reading all the way through to the end.

  • Clever, entertaining, very well done on all fronts. One of my favorites. Five spade-tipped fence posts.

  • Joann

    Creepy and funny–a real page turner!

  • Good stuff, liked the title and the story was great.

  • J.C. Towler

    “What does she have that I don’t?”
    “A corporeal existence.”

    Had to stop from laughing at that point. What a great exchange.

    Story was quite well done. I’m with Mickey (#5) that this is the best of the Halloween themed stories so far. Of course, there is one more day.


  • I’m playing catch-up, but this should be hard to beat. Loved the running mildew gag and the whole idea of a ghostly bunny-boiler. Thanks for giving me some laughs!

  • John V

    Funny and entertaining story. I like this idea a lot, perfect for the short story format. Five from me.

  • Now that was a good love story…Loved it.

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  • Nancy Wilcox

    To me, this was totally fresh. I didn’t expect any of it. And that’s unusual. Very good read.

  • i really liked the story itself – i find it frustrating that Katie wins in the end – but that at least says that you did a good job of making Warren real =)

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