|Walk toward the light, idiot.|
Driving past a cemetery late on Halloween night, there is an extremely good chance that nothing at all will happen to you. The cemetery will fade into the darkness, and you'll continue on your merry way to pick up a pizza. But sometimes...just sometimes...you might see a ghost. He might be standing in the middle of the cemetery, arm raised in a wave. He might be hovering by the road, like he's waiting for a ride. If you are driving past a cemetery late at night and you do see a ghost, beware.
Ghosts are total idiots.
I can say that because I know several ghosts, and each and every one of them is a total bonehead. Just the other night, I was lying in bed thinking about George Clooney when a ghost appeared.
I said, "What do you want this time, ghost? I'm trying to think about important things." And he just stood there, rattling his chains and moaning.
"Quick, ghost!" I said. "What's five plus five?" And he just floated there, slack-jawed, until he dematerialized out of what must have been total embarrassment. The next night he appeared again. This time, he was headless. Probably because he was so mortified at not knowing simple arithmetic that he didn't want me to look him in his eye sockets.
It almost makes me sorry for stealing that gold locket from that casket on one of my recent travels. If I knew I would have to put up with this, I would have left it right where it was, gripped tight in that skeleton's hand.
So, our truly terrifying tale of horror today is all about ghosts being dumb. I call it...
Ghosts Are the Stupidest Ever
One Halloween night, a man was driving down a deserted road past a cemetery. Perhaps he was on his way home from a dance. Maybe he was just on his way to pick up some nachos at the Cemetery Road Convenience Store. We will likely never know because, as in many cases like this, this story is totally made up and this man does not actually exist.
As the man neared the cemetery gates, he saw a woman standing near the road, arm raised in a wave. She was wearing an old-fashioned white dress, too light to keep her warm on such a chilly night.
Now, if you've ever heard a story like this one before, you might be silently telling the man, "DON'T STOP. DRIVE AWAY!" But the man cannot hear you because, again, he does not exist, so he did an extremely silly thing and pulled over to the side of the road to talk to the woman.
He rolled down the window. "Do you need a ride?" he asked.
The woman said yes and climbed into the car.
Here is where I stop the story to remind my living readers that you should never get into cars with strangers.
And I will also use this time to remind my dead readers that DEEEERP DERPY DERP. You're idiots.
Back to the story.
"Where are you headed?" the man asked.
"354 Oak Street," the woman replied.
The two drove in silence for a few minutes.
"I don't want to pry," the man asked, deciding to casually make conversation. "But are you a ghost?"
"What? No, of course not," the woman replied. "I'm a young lady on my way home from a Halloween dance late, late at night. Mysteriously walking all alone."
"Okay, suit yourself," the man said. "I'll just drive you home. But I will say that this has all the hallmarks of a ghost passenger story. You know, the thing where you mysteriously vanish, and I show up at your house tomorrow with your shawl or something. And your mother tells me you've been dead forty years. Stuff like that."
"Well, you're wrong," the woman said, "I'm completely alive."
"Okay," the man said. "I'm not one to pry. Just thought that if you wanted to talk about it, that would be fine with me."
The conversation came to a halt once again.
Finally, the woman spoke again. "GOD. How did you know? I thought I was hiding it so well."
The man laughed. "You don't want to know," he replied.
"Yes, I do," said the woman.
"Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't get upset."
"Fifty years ago, on a night like this one," the man began, clearly jumping into an extremely long and tedious story, "a young man was driving down a road past a cemetery. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman standing by the road. He pulled over. He asked the woman if she needed a ride. She did. He drove her home. On the way there, he looked over, and she had MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHED INTO THE NIGHT. The man got so scared, he drove into a ravine and was killed instantly."
"OH MY GOD. THAT IS TERRIFYING," the woman said, alarmed.
"I know, right?" the man replied. But when the woman turned to look at him, he vanished.
"AAAAAAAAAAA!" said the ghost woman as the ghost car plummeted into the ghost ravine.
Do you believe me that ghosts are total idiots yet? They do dumb stuff like this ALL THE TIME.