I saw the GHOST Again!!!
(Picture of a real ghost that I found on the Internet)
I saw the ghost again in our apartment last night. That’s it. That’s the end of this post. I have nothing else to say.
It passed right by me. Okay . . .
I think it’s a guy. He was dressed in see-through black. It was the second scariest moment of my life. But I can’t tell you about the first time right now. (It was when I almost got rolled in Central Park. The guy had a knife and the devil in his eye.)
And this ghost–I’m not here to change your mind about them. Believe me, I don’t want one in my apartment. I’m not some Internet sick-o.
I don’t wanna even talk about it.
To tell you the truth, I’m thinking about packing up and going somewhere else.
It’s so bad I would even say goodbye to you for good, and that’s tough, because we’re mofos.
—Since you got me going, I’ll tell you what happened.
I fell asleep on the couch watching Yankees’ Encore, and when I woke up the Cartoon Network was on. The pizza guy must have changed the channel. Remember I told you he liked cartoons.
Him and the Chinese delivery guy were asleep next to me. Somehow they both were clutching Scrappy D, and he’s tough to hold. You know the little guy is nutty. He probably likes the smell of stale grease.
I stood up and rubbed my gut. I wasn’t looking for a ghost, but there it was–
He was as near to me as you are–or at least as two people that are real close.
So when I saw him, I froze solid. It was his face that really got to me. I see sad people all the time, but this guy’s eyes were full of silent agony.
But all the same, he looked right through me. I couldn’t help him, and he knew that even before it occurred to me.
I must have made some noise because the pizza and Chinese delivery guys(aka num and nuts) woke up, and they both looked real scared.
My lady friend came into the room and said, “Baldie, what is it?”
I just said, “The Yankees stink.” I couldn’t tell her.
I’m afraid to admit that she-and of course, num and nuts would make the situation worse if I told them I saw the ghost again.
Man oh man, it’s bad.
The worse part, I’m only good at fixing things with my mouth. I don’t think yelling at a ghost will get rid of it.
I can’t talk to him, can I? I don’t even know his name.
I’m sorry if I let you down, but I just don’t know what to do.
Bye for now,
P.S. Thank god num and nuts didn’t see the ghost. They would have jumped out the window (4th floor) and took Scrappy D with them. They never think of the consequences.
Here are all the posts in this series: Episode Eleven – June 2009 (The Ghost!)