Okay, so the first incident was kinda freaky. What were the chances of that happening? And that was just the first of a bunch of odd mishaps for it was only noon. Then Tom and I decided to go in the back dining room to investigate. “Beyond the lookout for things you can’t see!” Then I realized that wasn’t my inside voice talking. There were only two things that I noticed that appeared weird in this room; Me and Tom. No, really, one was the room was very cold, and it was the middle of summer and B, there was a strange photo of 2 little kids taken what looked to be about 100 years ago. The children in this photograph looked liked were stoned. And I don’t mean with rocks.  I stared at the picture like a zombie myself and realized that I was in a trance. I had the same look on my face as the kids in the picture. I knew this because when I snapped out of it, I was able to see my reflection in the glass of the photograph.

 

I said, “Okay, I’m ready to go now.” And that was my inside voice and I stumbled back to the bar. The bar wench asked if I had seen anything interesting and I snapped at her rather quickly,  “NO!”   Tom was still sniffing around in the back room for clues like Scooby Doo. The waitress then told me that nothing really goes on in the back room except the kids go in to play there every now and then. I said, “That’s nice”. And, she said, “No, it’s not. They are dead kids”. To make a long story longer, the kids in that darn photograph were the kids she was referring too. “Check, please!” I bellowed and I rounded up my round buddy and got the heck outta Dodge.

 

Tom laughed at me the entire way to Baker Mansion. “Still don’t believe in ghosts, do ya, Corby?” Tom pestered. Then he reminded me of the time he was trying to get an EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) reading in my other buddy’s attic. What these ghost hunters do is talk to nothing in a room while pressing the record button on their little tape recorders. And, being the wisenheimer that I be, I took the opportunity to make a funny. Tom was seriously saying out loud to a room full of boxes, “ We come in peace. Can you give us any sign that you are here? Any sign at all?” and that is when I farted out loud.   Tom got really angry with me. And I said, “Like my gas is going to keep the ghosts away?”

Then he recalled the time that I recorded my own voice onto his tape recorder doing my worst Jacob Marley ghost impersonation.  Then telling him that, "something's on the tape, Tom" and when he pressed play back and heard my voice calling him different names, he chased me down the halls of the Motel 6 with a wet towel snapping at my backside. 

Ah, that was funny.  But he told me I had to be serious today.

coming up...Part 3...The Ghost and Mr. Chicken