Hunting Ghosts

A couple of years ago my niece moved down here and she shared my curiosity about ghosts.

One night about 1AM we were watching TV and I was bored. (You'll notice this is a common theme in my stories. If I get bored, something is bound to happen.) So I suggested we go to the ancient graveyard across the street from my house with a camera and take some pictures to see if we could catch anything. She thought this was a great idea as she was a big brave ghost hunter.

After about 20 minutes of taking pictures of the darkness and gravestones I once again grew bored. I was holding a cigarette and noticed that when I flashed a picture it gave off an eerie effect with the smoke wafting through the view finder. I showed her my "Findings" and she turned white as a sheet. She decided it was time to go home.

Now.

So much for the big, brave ghost hunter.

We headed back for my house with her walking very fast. Then I saw headlights coming towards us and did the first thing that came to mind...I shoved her into a ditch head first and ducked.

To this day I can't fully explain my thought process that night, but it went something along these lines:

"I'm a 42 year old guy walking along the road at one in the morning with a 16 year old girl who looks nothing like me (My niece is Asian), I've got beer in my pockets and a camera. Yeah, we're the picture of innocence here."

So into the ditch she went with a little help from me. Ok, maybe with a lot of help from me. She climbed out of the ditch with a very understandable "What. The. Fuck?" look on her face.

I told her it must of been the ghost that did it.