The Ghost of the Air Tank (Explosion Ending)

It’s October. I always fear this spooky month due to a paranormal rumor around town. Every year, during this month of horrors, there would be a rusty old air tank that would appear in your house out of nowhere. That tank would contain a ghost inside. According to the rumors, anyone who ever met this ghost was blown up like a balloon. I’m really hoping I wouldn’t have to be the ghost’s next victim, but you think I’m being a little  paranoid. There’s no such thing as ghosts.

We arrive at your place this afternoon, only to find that rusty old air tank smack in the middle of your living room. We decide to just dump it out back. You don’t have any use for it. Later that night, though, we find it hanging out in your kitchen. We take it out back again, only to find it back in your living room. I’m starting to feel a little spooked about this, but you think this must be a prank. You attempt to throw it out back again, but you accidentally stub your toe on it. The tank suddenly begins to shake after that, and like a genie from a lamp, the ghost appears! I manage to get a good look at it before it possesses you, and it didn’t look as creepy as I thought it would.

The ghost instantly takes over your mind and body, and I can tell from an evil grin and those pupiless eyes. Taking your dominant hand, you take your thumb and stick it in your mouth.

And just when I knew what’s going to happen next, you start to blow.

Your body puffs up in all directions with each blow. Your belly balloons along with your chest and butt simultaneously. Your limbs grow wider as you inflate bigger and bigger. You keep puffing and blowing into your thumb until your swollen arm pops it right out of your mouth. Now you’re a fat and overgrown blob, all filled up with air.

But I can tell it’s not over yet. There’s more than one way to self-inflate.

Slowly opening your mouth, the ghost makes you inhale, and inhale, and inhale non-stop. Your body swells up once more, and it rounds up into a giant orb, while your limbs swell up to divots. While you’re getting bigger and rounder, I suddenly realise you are taking up more and more space in your own room. I try to escape, but the front door is locked tight, and the key is missing. I turn back around to see that you’ve become a perfectly round sphere that’s only just touching the ceiling and still growing. You stretch out towards the corners of the room, and I find myself getting squished between the door and your ballooning flesh in the process. I hear creaking and groaning sounds from your belly, and I have a feeling I know what’s coming next. You keep inhaling, swell up bigger, and fill up every bit of space left in the living room, all before…

*BANG!!!*

You get too big and explode, leaving shards of your overstretched skin behind. It takes me a while to get past the ringing in my ears. When it comes to pass, I look around to see shards of your own skin scattered all over the room.

And during all that, the ghost finally leaves your body, and it isn’t until morning when the tank is gone, leaving the mess it made behind.