Last night my boss and her family were eating dinner when the doorbell rang. Her husband answered the door, but there was no one there. Instead, on the doorstep, was a ghost! Obviously it was not a real ghost, but a ghost that someone made. There were also three pieces of candy - one for each of her kids, and a poem about how they had been "ghosted" and how they now had to "ghost" two more people or there would be a curse on them. Sort of like a chain letter but more fun. The instructive poem also indicated that they were to hang their new ghost outside the house so that other ghosting neighbors would know that they had been ghosted and wouldn't re-ghost them.

This afternoon we had a lengthy discussion about the best way to make a ghost and how she was supposed to know how far down the street to go. Imagine ghosting some grouchy unfriendly neighbor by accident? I also asked what would happen when everyone in the neighborhood had been ghosted. Did the game just end? My boss seemed to think the next step would be to ghost everyone a second time. Fascinating.

I always wished I lived in a neighborhood like that where people get to do fun things like have block parties or ghost each other repeatedly. Maybe I should make small ghosts out of tootsie pops and tissues and leave them outside people's doors in my apartment building. I could knock and run. Somehow I don't think that it would go over as well as in my boss' neighborhood.
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