Barbara was an eightyfive year old lady who lived in the quiet town of Brighton far away from London; being retired she enjoyed a calm daily routine. Having been a teacher all her life, she managed to save enough money, earned from giving classes and tutoring, to buy herself a small apartment with a seaside view, in an almost crumbling building.
She used to describe it as “A slice of paradise” to her old colleagues. When Brighton’s night-life suddenly exploded, Barbara saw no harm in it, after all that Fat Boy Slim seemed to be a decent boy. On the few ocasions she’d seen the lad shopping in the Tesco, he’d be carrying cans of apple or cranberry juice. His girlfriends on the other hand were linked, in Barbara’s mind, to excessive drinking and drug abuse. Nevertheless, things seemed to be under control, Brighton was a quiet town, having a fair amount of sunlight and a couple of youngsters who had some fun every now and then.
But things began to change when two boys moved into the apartment on the floor above Barbara’s. They were DJ’s later to be called “ Tha Bloddy Bastards”. Her nights quickly turned into a nightmare, then her days were to be taken away from her as well, since the loud music played contiuously. Barbara felt as if she had been fooled, her heart started to beat franticly like it did in bustling London, and the cold sweat was running down her neck again.
And it would be to the sound of James Brown’s “Soul Power” that death would come to her, suffering from a heart attack in her frail state after having been subjected to enumerous sleepless nights. Yet, before taking her last breath she had sworn to avenge her death on those two boys. She would keep her promise by haunting every Dj-set those two boys would do, for as long as her ghostly condition might hold.
“Tha Bloddy Bastards” where her last words, while her apartment furniture went on shaking, dying, she went on uttering softly “ tha bloddy bastards… tha bloddy bastards…..”
She used to describe it as “A slice of paradise” to her old colleagues. When Brighton’s night-life suddenly exploded, Barbara saw no harm in it, after all that Fat Boy Slim seemed to be a decent boy. On the few ocasions she’d seen the lad shopping in the Tesco, he’d be carrying cans of apple or cranberry juice. His girlfriends on the other hand were linked, in Barbara’s mind, to excessive drinking and drug abuse. Nevertheless, things seemed to be under control, Brighton was a quiet town, having a fair amount of sunlight and a couple of youngsters who had some fun every now and then.
But things began to change when two boys moved into the apartment on the floor above Barbara’s. They were DJ’s later to be called “ Tha Bloddy Bastards”. Her nights quickly turned into a nightmare, then her days were to be taken away from her as well, since the loud music played contiuously. Barbara felt as if she had been fooled, her heart started to beat franticly like it did in bustling London, and the cold sweat was running down her neck again.
And it would be to the sound of James Brown’s “Soul Power” that death would come to her, suffering from a heart attack in her frail state after having been subjected to enumerous sleepless nights. Yet, before taking her last breath she had sworn to avenge her death on those two boys. She would keep her promise by haunting every Dj-set those two boys would do, for as long as her ghostly condition might hold.
“Tha Bloddy Bastards” where her last words, while her apartment furniture went on shaking, dying, she went on uttering softly “ tha bloddy bastards… tha bloddy bastards…..”
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