“Hey Jake!” called Booker-T as he came running around the corner and slid on he sidewalk as he came through the gate.
“Slow down Booker-T,” said Jake. “What is the hurry?”
“Did you know that there is a ghost haunting that house on the corner over there by Sam’s Café?” asked Booker-T.
“What are you talking about?” asked Jake. “There is no ghost in the house over there.”
“How do you know that Jake?” asked Booker-T.
“Because there is no such thing as a ghost,” said Jake.
“There is now!” said Booker-T. “I heard it!”
“Are you crazy?” asked Jake. “There is no such thing as a ghost. How could you hear something that doesn’t exist?”
“Oh, yes there is,” said Booker-T. “I heard it with my own two ears, just as plain as I hear you now.”
“And what did it sound like?” asked Jake.
“I heard it howl,” said Booker-T. “It was a real eerie sound. I’m telling you there is a ghost now haunting that house. I used to slip in through the bottom boards on the window and sleep in there when the weather was bad out before I got my new home. I went in there last night to try and find some mice and I heard it howling.”
“It was probably the wind blowing through some of the holes in that place,” said Jake.
“No Jake,” said Booker-T. “No, it was a ghost.”
“Did you see the ghost?” asked Jake.
“I sure did,” said Booker-T. “It was white. He was a small ghost, but he was a ghost just the same.”
“Well, I guess if you are going to be a ghost, white is a good color for him,” laughed Jake.
“You think I’m crazy, don’t you Jake?” asked Booker-T. “I’m not crazy. I really did hear and see that ghost in the house.”
“Of course I don’t think you are crazy,” said Jake. “I just don’t know what you really heard or saw. There just is no such thing as a ghost. You should know that.”
From the back of the house, Jake could hear someone laughing uncontrollably. He started to walk toward the backyard with Booker-T following behind. Before he could reach the back, Midge came around the corner and was laughing so hard that she could hardly speak.
“What is going on here?” asked Booker-T. “What is so funny Midge?”
“Your ghost was Gabby,” said Midge. “He was trying to scare you.”
“Well, it worked!” screamed Booker-T. “That was mean.”
“Yeah it was, but you fell for it all the way,” said Midge. “I thought you knew that there are no ghosts.”
“I thought I knew there aren’t ghosts, but then I heard and saw that one and thought for sure someone didn’t know that there really are ghosts,” said Booker-T.
“There are no ghosts Booker-T. Gabby was just playing with you,” said Midge.
“Well, can we go play something safer?” asked Booker-T.
“Sure,” said Midge. “Want to go to the park with Jake and I?”
“Okay,” said Booker-T.