DIETER BRAVO AND THE FARTING GHOSTS OF SALEM

A Very Haunted, Very Ridiculous Halloween Adventure Starring Pedro Pascal’s Dieter Bravo

What happens when Dieter Bravo visits one of America's most famously haunted cities? Apparently, a supernatural investigation that nobody asked for.

In honor of Halloween, The Pascal Pulse brings you a ridiculous little adventure inspired by Pedro Pascal's wonderfully chaotic character Dieter Bravo from Judd Apatow's Netflix comedy The Bubble. Armed with questionable instincts, a flair for the dramatic, and absolutely no experience dealing with the paranormal, Dieter explores the historic streets of Salem, Massachusetts, where an unfortunate encounter in a magic shop leads to the haunting of a lifetime.

The inspiration? Pedro's photoshoot for Flaunt Magazine, which gave us some serious Dieter Bravo energy. Naturally, we had to put that to good use!

And since Mel grew up in Salem, she couldn't resist sending Dieter on an adventure through some of the city's most recognizable landmarks. Consider this our little Halloween treat to the fandom, with plenty of Salem history, Dieter-sized drama, and some truly unfortunate sound effects.

Settle in, swipe through all 20 pages, and enjoy Dieter Bravo and the Farting Ghosts of Salem! For the full spooky experience, click the music button on the side and let the haunting begin!

And remember, not every mysterious noise is supernatural.

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DIETER BRAVO AND THE FARTING GHOSTS OF SALEM

A completely true supernatural investigation. According to Dieter Bravo.

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For readers who prefer a text version, the complete story is available below.

Page 1

Dieter Bravo and the Farting Ghosts of Salem

A completely true supernatural investigation.

According to Dieter Bravo.

Page 2

Dieter came to Salem for one quiet afternoon.

He wanted coffee, a few dramatic photos, and possibly a velvet cape.

He did not expect to be followed by the dead.

Especially not dead people with digestive problems.

Page 3

It started inside a tiny magic shop downtown.

Dieter reached for a crystal labeled Protection from Negative Energy and knocked three jars off the shelf.

Sage, rosemary, and something called “Graveyard Dust” spilled together on the floor.

The woman behind the counter stared at him.

“Oh,” she said. “That’s unfortunate.”

Page 4

“What does that mean?” Dieter asked.

The woman slowly swept up the herbs.

“It means you should watch what you’re doing.”

But Dieter knew better.

He had seen the movies!

HE HAD DEFINITELY BEEN CURSED.

Page 5

The moment he stepped outside, he heard it.

Pfffft.

Dieter stopped walking.

He turned around.

No one was there.

“Hello?”

Page 6

He took another step.

Pfffft.

Another.

Pfffft.

Dieter pulled his coat tightly around himself.

A ghost was following him.

And apparently, the ghost had eaten something terrible.

Page 7

Dieter hurried into the Salem Witch Museum, believing he would be safer in a crowded room.

The lights went dark. Wax figures appeared around him one by one as a voice began telling the story of the Salem witch trials.

Dieter immediately regretted every decision that had brought him there.

Page 8

Then the scene of Giles Corey lit up.

The voice described the heavy stones being piled onto his chest.

“More weight,” Giles Corey demanded.

Dieter shifted his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

Pfffft.

He froze, then slowly leaned toward the wax figure.

“Well... that is a lot of pressure.” He nodded sympathetically. “Honestly, I’m surprised that’s all that came out.”

The crowd silently parted around Dieter, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the circle.

Dieter looked around.

“What? Clearly it was him.”

He glanced nervously over his shoulder.

“...Or was it?”

Page 9

The lights went dark again.

Pfffft.

Dieter gasped.

The next wax figure lit up.

Pfffft.

“Oh my God,” Dieter whispered. “They’re all doing it.”

A child behind him started laughing.

Page 10

When the presentation ended, Dieter ran outside.

He crossed the street toward Salem Common, but the ghost followed.

Pfffft. Pfffft. Pfffft.

“Stop farting near me!” he shouted.

Several tourists turned to look at him.

One woman quietly moved her stroller farther away.

Page 11

Dieter decided he needed proof.

He joined a walking tour and stayed close to the guide.

At the Witch Dungeon Museum, the guide explained that the building was believed to contain intense spiritual energy.

Right on cue:

Pfffft.

Dieter pointed into the darkness.

“See? Hostile entity.”

Page 12

“That sounded like it came from you,” another tourist said.

“It did not.”

Dieter took a step.

Pfffft.

The group stared at him.

“The ghost is standing very close to me,” he explained.

No one looked convinced.

Page 13

By the time the walking tour reached the old cemetery, Dieter was sweating.

He had apologized to several graves.

He had promised never to make another bad movie.

He had also promised to make three excellent movies, although he admitted that part might be outside his control.

Then he realized he desperately needed to pee.

Page 14

The only available bathroom was inside the Witch City Mall.

The hallway was dim. The bathroom smelled cursed even before he opened the door.

One light flickered above a row of questionable sinks.

“This,” Dieter whispered, “is where people die.”

Page 15

He entered a stall. Something dripped in the distance.

A hand dryer turned on by itself.

Then, from beneath him:

PFFFFFFFFT.

Dieter screamed, pulled up his pants, and ran out without washing his hands.

The ghost had crossed a boundary.

Page 16

He sprinted across Salem Common toward the Hawthorne Hotel.

Pfffft. Pfffft. Pfffft.

The faster he ran, the faster the ghost farted.

“Why are you so gassy?” Dieter yelled over his shoulder.

A man walking his dog answered, “Excuse me?”

Page 17

Dieter burst into the Hawthorne Hotel lobby and collapsed against the front desk.

“I need a room,” he said. “Preferably one that has never experienced death.”

The employee looked at him.

“This hotel opened in 1925.”

Dieter stared at them.

“So... that’s a no, then?”

Page 18

Dieter explained everything.

The magic shop.

The mixed herbs.

The curse.

His dramatic reenactment of Giles Corey crying, “More weight! More weight!” with enough emotional commitment to earn Dieter another Oscar.

The haunted bathroom, where a spirit may have seen far too much of him and could now be in possession of his genetic material.

And the invisible ghost that had spent the entire afternoon farting beside him.

The employee slowly looked down at Dieter’s feet.

“Sir, could you lift your left shoe?”

Dieter moved his foot.

Pfffft.

Page 19

The employee pressed the loose sole of Dieter’s sneaker.

Pfffft.

They pressed it again.

Pfffft.

There was no farting ghost.

No curse.

Just one badly made sneaker.

Dieter looked relieved, then slightly disappointed.

“So none of it was supernatural?”

“No.”

“Not even the bathroom?”

“Especially not the bathroom.”

Dieter removed the sneaker and held it at arm’s length.

“I still don’t trust it.”

Page 20

The next morning, Dieter left Salem wearing a magnificent black velvet cape he had purchased from the magic shop.

He had also bought three protective crystals, two bundles of sage, and a small bottle labeled:

SPIRITUAL GAS RELIEF

Under one arm, he carried a notebook filled with ideas for his new screenplay:

The Farting Ghosts of Salem

A dark, sensual supernatural thriller about a misunderstood actor, a powerful curse, and several spirits with unfinished digestive business.

Dieter smiled as the cape billowed dramatically behind him.

Then he took one final step.

Pfffft.

He stopped. Looked back at the shop.

And kept walking.

THE END

Photo Credits

Pedro Pascal photographs: Christopher Schoonover for Flaunt Magazine.
Styling: Chloe Hartstein.
Salem, Massachusetts photographs: Credit to their respective owners.

Photo edits and creative design: The Pascal Pulse.

All photographs remain the property of their respective photographers and copyright holders. This is an independent, fan-made project created for entertainment purposes.