14 April 2011


Did you know that Savannah is the most haunted city in the universe?  Yep.  Sure is.

I mean, there are ghosts EVERYWHERE! And tonight I had my second brush with one.  (Read about the first here.)

You see, Matt is at work until late, and it's just me and Mitch here at home.

So here's the scene.

The house is quiet.  TV's on mute.  Mitch is lying on the couch being comfort dog.

Gratuitous pictures of the cutest dog on the planet.  He is very clearly upset by our ghost infestation.

I'm talking to Shecky on the phone.  I go outside to get the last load of laundry from the dryer, and when I come back inside I hear a ticking.  A bomb?  No, but the kitchen timer is on!  And it was set for seven minutes!  (And, duh, I didn't set it and neither did Mitch.  Plus, everyone knows that seven is a ghost's favorite number.)

And then I decided to take out the camera because I figured I could get a shot of the ghost that way.

And I did.


If that's not a ghost, I don't know what is.

Mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmm.  A ghost.

Also, I was trying to figure out what the MO of our little house ghost is.  Here's what I think: this ghost shoves Hershey's nuggets into my mouth, puts me to sleep, and then wakes me up and pours wine down my throat.  I  mean, basically, what we have here is a party ghost.  Could be worse, I guess.  Could be one of those murderin' types.


  1. That's pretty spooky. I would be concerned with the suspicious knives laying about the kitchen. Just sayin.

  2. Ha! I noticed that, too! You think they'd help me to defend myself against party ghost?



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