Blogger of Jared

Once I bought an antique trunk at a store. When I got it home, I put it in the garage, intending to clean it up. It was night, and my garage is pretty poorly lit. Anyway, I noticed in the dim light that there seemed to be smoke in the air. I backed up, and realized there was this weird spectral form over the trunk. It slowly shaped itself into a figure that looked vaguely like a guy in 19th century dress. It scared the crap out of me. “Who are you?” I said. The figure just stared. “Did you used to own this trunk?” I asked. The figure nodded slowly. “Oh my gosh! Can I take your picture, to prove you exist?” Again the figure nodded. I ran and got the camera. The figure was slowly starting to fade away. I aimed the camera, and shot the picture, but the batteries in the flash attachment were dead. The figure disappeared and I never saw it since, and now I don’t have any photographic proof, even though the ghost seemed to give me permission.

So, you could say….
…”the spirit was willing but the flash was weak.”

*This lame punchline, nor it’s set-up are the product of my imagination. The responsibility for propagating it’s horrible-ness is, however, entirely mine.

My apologies to all. Please feel free to share your own Halloween jokes, stories or condemnations here.