Paul Is Dead (A Short Story)

"Lads, he's after me! I just know it!"

"Paul, you're being irrational. He's probably just a crazed fan. That is part of being a Beatle, y'know."

"No, but this is an old man, John. And I've explained a dozen times why his kind would be after me. You're just not listening!"

"Oh, we're listening alright. We just think you're being delusional."

"Huh, sure Hazza, and your Hare Krishna crap isn't?"

"Okay, that's enough," Ringo cut in. "Paul, maybe you just need to go home and get some rest. You're obviously exhausted."

"You guys really don't get it," I scoffed with gritted teeth as I grabbed my mac. "When I'm dead tomorrow you'll be wishing you'd listened to me, though," I then added before I slammed the studio door shut in their angry faces.

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Paul McCartney is worried and scared. A strange man dressed in all black has been following him, and Paul has a sneaking suspicion he knows why.

Why does the eerie man follow Paul wherever he goes? And what does a well-known American conspiracy theory have to do with it? Read on to find out!

This book is inspired by a film called "The Walrus," although I put a little twist on it.

Note: There are some dark, scary themes in this story, so if you don't like such things I wouldn't recommend reading. Also, I don't actually believe in the Paul is Dead theory. XD