Saturday, November 24, 2007
The ghost that wasn't
I still want to keep this blog as personal as I can. So with that in mind, I'm going to tell you about a time when I was about 10 years old. I was up in minnesota in the middle of the woods at my parents cabins. It was late at night and my Grandma walked up to the outhouse with me one more time before bed. As we walked up the hill with a little flashlight, my brother lay in the grass waiting for us. As we got just up beside him, he took a puff of his cigarette and stood up. I screamed! Thinking it was a ghost of course. Sometimes the ghosts that aren't, are the most fun :)
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