The Friendly “Ghost”

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By Angie Brown, Guest Author

 “Hey, Chum, come here a minute.” It was my husband, Henry, calling to me from the next room and looking out the window.  As I approached, he said, “What’s that white thing out there in the yard?” In the dark, it looked like a blurry white area, the size of a basketball, suspended in the air.  We stood at the window trying to figure it out, having never noticed it before. It was night time, and the moon was partially concealed by a cloud. The apparition moved slightly every now and then, giving an eerie appearance to the atmosphere.

“What can it be?” Henry continued.  I replied, “I haven’t the slightest idea.” “At least it’s not bothering us.” “Nevertheless, I’m putting my jacket on and taking a flashlight to find out what it is,” Henry replied. “Maybe you’d better take some protection just in case,” I suggested.  I was too “comfortable” inside the house to accompany Henry.  “Better if he has to just take care of himself,” I thought. Watching from the window as he approached the apparition, I was prepared to use the phone, if necessary. Who knows what that thing is? What if it’s a ghost?!

The beam of the flashlight traveled along the grass, then to a pole, and was then slowly raised to focus on…a newly-built and installed white bird house which the “man of the house”, himself, had completely forgotten about!  Henry walked sheepishly back to the house, red faced and grinning. “I’ve just had a senior moment,” he said, laughing.

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The Gas Bubble Boomerang

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The Gas Bubble Boomerang

by James R. Aist

This true story took place when my family was living in north-central Arkansas, near Batesville. I was in junior high school and had just sat down at the kitchen table one evening to finish my homework. The house was quiet, except for the sound of the TV in the next room, and I was alone in the kitchen.

Once I had become deeply focused on the lesson before me, I realized that I needed to pass a bit of gas, so I made sure the coast was clear and let go a rather small, silent bubble, nothing to brag about. I felt the bubble slip slowly up my lower back toward my waist and thought that to be a little strange. Well, what happened next was entirely unexpected. Just as I had felt the gas bubble move upward, it paused briefly and slipped right back down to where it had come from. I just shook it off as, perhaps, my imagination. After all, it was late and I was feeling pretty sleepy. A few minutes went by, and I felt the need to pass some more gas. But this time, I had thought about it some more and was going to pay more attention. Would the gas bubble turn around again and go back to where it came from? Out came the gas bubble, up it went, paused, and then, right back down again. Beginning to get alarmed, I said to myself, “Self, that just ain’t right, and you better look into this pronto, ’cause there may just be somethin’ going on down there that you need to know about!”

So, in a panic, I jumped up from my chair, checked to see if the coast was clear, quickly dropped my pants and saw one of those little black, fuzzy spiders fall into my whitie tidies and crawl away! When I had pulled up my pants and regained my composure, I allowed that if I had been the spider, I would have bailed out too!

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True Tales: Introduction

Now that I have grand kids who enjoy listening to my stories about “the good ‘ol days” when I was growing up, it has occurred to me that I should write these stories down so that the whole world can enjoy them too. Consequently, this posting category will comprise a series of true stories about funny, unusual, crazy and/or amazing things that I witnessed first-hand, not only from my childhood and youth, but also from the more-or-less normal course of my adult life (so far!). I hope you will find them as entertaining as I did when they happened.