McClendon Studios Presents: Carl The Ghost
Disclaimer: Many of the stories are completely fictional. Other stories are fictional accounts of true stories. Other stories are completely true. Sometimes the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
My Grandmother Ruby (A.K.A. Granny-For-Short) told us a story of back when my father was a young man. Evidently, my father was late coming home from a Boy Scout meeting and Grandma decided to play a little trick on him.
According to my Aunt Gloria, my father had an old truck that you could hear coming for a long way. The road he had to travel required that he drive past an old, closed down funeral home. To him, this was very scary.
Granny-For-Short dressed my Uncle Carl up in a sheet and waited to hear R. B. coming up the road in that loud, old truck he had. She lowered Carl out the side window and told him to go up front and yell “Boo.”
Carl obeyed his mother and, from the shadows of the side of the house, yelled as loud as he could “Boo!” R. B., my father, could hear the "boo" and see the porch light faintly illuminating the figure of a ghost just off the front porch.
R. B. took off running back up the front walk to the neighbor’s house, where he beat on the door, crying and yelling and begging to be let in. Carl chased after him the whole way yelling “Boo!” My grandmother laughed so hard she cried as did Carl.
R.B. was really very scared and the neighbors worried that he was going to pass out right then and there because he was so scared.