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May 19, 2005

Michele: Who You Gonna Call?

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The frightful noises that came from that house could rattle one’s brain. Always the screams and wails and then the dead animals on the porch in the morning.

They held a town meeting and decided to burn the place down.

I told them to just leave it be, stay away. But nobody listens to a 98 year old man. Nobody.

They went in, all torches and pitchforks, like a gang of hillbilly Ghostbusters. Not a one came out. And now the only things left breathing in this town are that house and myself.

Me, I ain’t afraid of no ghosts.

Comments

Excellent!

Posted by: Sekimori at May 19, 2005 09:29 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

"hillbilly Ghostbusters" - a nice evocative phrase (and that's coming from a hillbilly).

Posted by: Hubris at May 19, 2005 11:02 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0