One Halloween I sat on our porch in a dead guy outfit. Every time a kid walked up they were scared that I was going to jump up and get them. Half of the small children clung to their mothers legs. Most of the younger kids would cry so I gave them extra candy and one of my cookies. I felt really bad when the little boy I babysit during the summer came up and started crying and cried even harder when I took the mask off.
I know several ghost stories but one that has been recently told to me has actually happened to my oldest cousin. She is married and has a baby now but this story is from when she lived in an apartment alone. She would always wake up in the middle of the night to the smell of cigarette smoke right above her head in her bed. She had a yoga ball in her room and one night she woke up to her dog barking and growling viciously at a blank space in her room. The hair on her dogs back was standing straight up and then the yoga ball rolled quickly across the room. She always felt like there was something there watching her. She said that one night she woke up to a heavy feeling on her chest and what felt like breathing on her face.
What's a Mummies favorite type of music? WRAP!!
Why didn't the skeleton cross the road? He didn't have any guts!
Where do ghosts go on Saturday nights? Anywhere where he can boo-gie!
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