I ain't scared a no ghosts.
My son told me he saw someone "dressed in black" prowling around downstairs, so we each grabbed a weapon (me a brass back scratcher, he a baseball bat). We slooooowwwwlllyyyy crept down the stairs all stealthy like and checked the closets, the bathroom, the laundry room, the garage.
No man, no ghosts in black.
Still, he had my back, and that was pretty cool.
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Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. - H. L. Mencken
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