Thursday Afternoon

I was in my swing watching the birds as the sun was going down and noticed Camron in his swing by the pond. He was having a fairly tremendous conversation so I walked over to see if he wanted to practice some to get ready for our golf game on Sunday. He did and we played until the sun set, then went over to try out the chairs that we painted yesterday evening. While we were admiring the paint job he asked if I wanted to hear two scary stories that his best friend Daniel had told him. I said that I would.

The Ghost in the Pond
Once upon a time there was a pond, and it was exactly the same size as ours, and right in the middle of it on the bottom lived the ghost of a man who had drowned. At night he would go haunting, and go into houses and take televisions, and wheel barrows, and especially Bar-b-que grills. And he would take them back down to where he lives. And the only thing that will stop him is if we put a gate up within the next three years.
"Why three years?"
Because he died in 1996, and 2009 makes it 3 years after 10 years.
"I see."
So as long as we put a gate up across this part of the pond before three years is up he won't come and haunt us. And it doesn't matter what kind of gate we put up - wood, or metal, or any kind of gate will stop a spirit.
"How about string?'
That won't work because they have spirit scissors. And they can see right through a movile home.
He understands genomes, and movile homes.

And the second scary story that my friend told me is.

The Guy With the Bazooka
In 5 years the guy who was killed with a bazooka in his hand and was buried where the propane tank is now, will come back, if we don't have a gate up.
"I have lived in this house for over 40 years and don't recall a guy with a bazooka ever having been killed and buried there."
It was long before you were born. Daniel read about it. He is smart. He even knows what 10 times 10 is. So do I, 100, but tomorrow I'll ask him to tell me some more scary stories.