Ghost HuntingA Poem by Jack...For Noodles Halloween contest
Ghost Hunting Casey had been bugging Edgar to take him on a ghost hunt and tonight was to be the night. Edgar was known as one of the best hunters around and Casey was dying to learn his secrets. It was a perfect evening for hunting; fog and drizzle blanketed the town while the many street lights added an eerie glow to their surroundings. They made their way to an old abandoned house by a bus stop; a very scary looking place; just perfect for ghosts to hang out in. Edgar and Casey crept up the front stairs; worn and weathered wood greeted them as they silently moved across the front porch. Casey got a face full of spider web. “Ooo, I hate spiders,” he cried. “Shhh, be quiet, you might scare them away,” scolded Edgar. Edgar peered through a window. “I remember when old lady Gibson lived here. It was so colorful and alive, but she has been gone for some time now.”
“Do you think her ghost is still in there?” asked Casey.
“That is a very good possibility, but that is not on our agenda tonight.”
“Who will it be then?” asked the boy chomping at the bit.
“The first thing you have to learn about hunting is patience, Casey. They don’t just jump out and say here I am. You have to be patient and wait. This is where we will set up camp so to speak,” he instructed the youngster. They waited for what seemed like an hour when Edgar said. “Quiet, I think I see one. Yes, right there, do you see her?”
They both stood in silence as Edgar pointed their prey out to Casey.
“Now follow me,” whispered the hunter.
Slowly they inched their way; closer and closer, then stopped.
“Now, on the count of three, do exactly as I taught you,” he said still whispering.
“Yes sir”
“Ready…one, two,” when he got to three, they both jumped up at the unsuspecting woman at the bus stop and shouted BOO! She screamed and ran off as the two ghosts rolled laughing on the ground.
“Did you see the look on her face?” laughed Casey. “When can we do it again?”
“Shh, I think I see another one coming.” © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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8 Reviews Added on October 30, 2013 Last Updated on October 30, 2013 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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