Monday, August 15, 2005

It's a ghost...and he's filled with love.


What kid doesn't love haunted houses? Another great book I got through the school book fair. The funny thing is until I saw this scan on the screen, I could never see the ghost in the lower right. I always thought the ghost was the bright light in the center. Geez, thirty years wasted..

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow! I've still got this book, somewhere in my boxes of stuff. Read it many, many times, all the while wishing my crappy house had a ghost...

Jason

Chris Jart said...

Ghost stories always creep me out. I was always glad my house didn't have a ghost. Some friends had a huge old house and said they had a ghost in their attic. We tumbled down the stairs in terror after one kid said they saw something move. The worst thing is we were taking turns peeking through the key hole of a locked door, and we were so scared we literally fell over each other to get down the stairs.

Jimmy said...

I think I have this book, too. I'll have to find it and check the cover.
Um, Chris, what exactly were you and your friends looking at through the keyhole??? Maybe it was somebody's naked grandma that terrified you, and you've just blocked out the memory.

Chris Jart said...

Definately not granny! Their attic was a walkup third floor, not like the attics with a trapdoor in the ceiling like at my house. We had to unlock the door to the attic, then once inside the first room we found the next room locked. Perhaps they kept a mutant sibling up there?

Monkey said...

Chris, in case it has escaped your notice... your mutant sibling lives with me.

Ahem.

Chris Jart said...

Oh my god... Monkey, you're right!

Spinning Girl said...

omg I used to own this book.