...GHOSTS!

I have always loved this old ghost story! As you know, I've been working on a
documentary about ghost stories from the South. I had heard this one of the
Alabama State Trooper putting two wet cheerleaders in the back of the cruiser
and calling their parents. The father became irate at the cop because he
thought it was a prank. He told the trooper the girls died 10 years earlier and
when the cop turned around and looked in the backseat, the girls were gone!

My friend, Marilyn Kate told me a good local story to her neck of the woods.
"Truck drivers on 231 have reported pulling over to pick them up, the girls get
in the cab, and when the truck drivers ask them where they're heading, they
disappear. It's rumored that there's a highway patrol dashcam recording of the
the hitchhiking ghosts. This story has always freaked me out."

That is such a good one! I was just talking with Jessica about the kid in the
60s that drove that girl home from the prom and she had said she had gone to
his high school before and he walked her to her front door and said goodnight
and when he got home he found that she had left her sweater in the car. So he
was gonna take it to her the next day, but when he finally found her house it
was dilapidated and abandoned. He was carrying the sweater in his hand and
when he looked down at it, it was old, rotten and covered in spiders. Dang!

Jessica said, "I like the one about the girl who said she needed a ride home
from a dance. She's cold so the young man loans her his jacket. He drops
her off that night, only to remember the next day about his jacket. When
he returns to the house, he knocks on the door. An old lady answers and he
tells her of the girl he drove home last night who took his jacket. The lady
said her daughter died in a car accident on her way home from a dance 30 years
earlier! He never did get his jacket back."

My friend, Tim Lucas ‎sent me this song and said, "You're wrong, son. You
weren't with my daughter..." Brrrrr!

My mom used to have some great ghost stories! I wish I had recorded her
because those stories are lost now. We should always spend time telling each
other stories and keep passing them on. I wish we all could get together on
Halloween and sit around a campfire, or front porch and tell each other scary
stories.

Jessica said, "Obviously this story started when some kid lost his jacket and
had to come up with some kind of excuse."

"Mom, that's why my clothes are dirty, I was in the cemetery with a ghost! I
wasn't having unprotected teen sex, I swear!" I said.

Jessica said, "And don't forget "Teen Angel" - what kind of ghost did she turn
out to be? Did she wander the railroad tracks looking for her boyfriend's ring,
or did she just haunt him personally for being such a bad driver?"

I loved this film with Orson Welles telling a great ghost story! I watched it
all alone one night and must say, I was scare, so scared in fact I had to not
only pull the blanket up to my chin but I had to put my pants and shoes on in
case I had to run out of the old creepy house I lived in!

What this with a friend! I wish I was that friend!