Intro to Ghost Week
I was planning on writing up the stories I tell to the neighborhood kids. You know these sorts of stories - "real" ghost tales that someone's grandmother's friend told your aunt and she told you, all bony fingers and star-crossed lovers and students who never, ever listen....
But something strange happened today when I sat down to type. Instead of telling the stories I know inside and out, my fingers somehow connected to my heart and my memory and I typed out - one right after the other - six ghost stories from my life. These aren't your typical ghost stories. A couple are scary. A couple are funny. A couple are sad. But they are all real, all things that happened over my thirty-eight years, all ghosty in ways you might not expect. So, as usual, I'm unloading my baggage here. I've never told anyone these stories, not a single soul. All of these events were too personal and tricky and some of them I didn't even know where ghosty or even decent stories until my fingers found the memory and splayed it on the page.
They're all written, all within a four-hour span while my youngest boy slept on the couch and I felt my own head getting warm with fever. I'll post the first one tomorrow, and then one a day until Halloween Eve. And on Halloween, I'll post a regular ghost story, the one my boys love the best.
Till tomorrow....sleep well....
7:13:03 PM 
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