Jupiter Turns Into A Ghostwriter

Once upon a time in a far away land called Danville, Va., there lived a want-to- be ghost-writer named Jupitter. Actually, that was his nickname. He’d gotten it by other people because he was a major space-case. He spent a lot of his life just staring off into the sky as if he was looking for something to come down from the clouds and take him back home where he came from. The truth was, he had an aversion for the outer dimensions of space. He also had an epiphany for the supernatural things that cannot be ex- plained by modern science. It was no wonder why he became a ghost-writer, not just because he loved writing stories but because he loved studying unexplained phenomena such as ghosts.

One day when he went to his English class in school, the teacher assigned him to be a ghost-writer. When he asked him what that word ment he said, “Look it up.” When he found the answer, that upset him since he didn’t want to write that kind of story. He fumed about it all night, and even when he went to bed later on, he was still fuming about what the phrase meant. He prayed that the Lord would reveal to him what to do about his difficult assignment when he finally went to bed.

Yet then he was awakened by a strange sound coming from the kitchen. He grabbed the only weapon he had, (a pillow), and crept down to see what was making that weird sound. He figured at least if there was an intruder down there that he could give it something that was comfortable to sleep on overnight since that thought was so comforting it gave him courage to find out who was in the kitchen. It couldn’t be his parents since they were both zonked out of commission because they were so weary from work.

Suddenly he came around the corner to his kitchen and saw a full-figured, floating vapered apparition. It floated around the kitchen like it was looking for something to eat. That was when Jupiter managed to squeak saying, “Hay there, friend. Do you want something to eat?”

The floating creature whirled around in astonishment as it’s mouth and eyes were wide open. “Good grief!” it said, “You just scared the bajeebys out of me! Now, I’m supposed to be the scarer and you’re supposed to be the scaree! That’s how it goes in the rule-book! Wait a second till my heart stops beating! Oh yeah, right! I don’t have a heart, you’re the one with it!”

Jupiter stared at the ghost until he finally said, “Hay! What’s the matter with you? Take a picture, it will last longer! Oh, yeah, that’s right! You can’t take my picture! The spirit’s willing except the, ‘flash’ is weak! Oh! That was a witty one!”

Jupiter said, “Alright, if you really are a ghost, then what were you before? YOu look like a floating full-torso apparition!”

The ghost frowned, “I was born a ghost and have been one my whole, well, as much time as I can remember anyway”

“Fine,” said Jupiter, “then why do you want to scare people all the time who’ve done nothing to make you be upset?”

“I don’t want to scare anybody,” the ghost said, looking down at the floor, “That is what other ghosts do! I just want to have a friend, but that’s hard when you don’t have a heart to love anybody with.”

Jupiter realized this ghost was different from any ghost he’d ever seen, that’s partly do to the fact that it was the first one he’d ever seen. Still, he said, “Well, you need to go somewhere else! People are afraid of you! You need to, well,“

The ghost’s face fell. “I understand,” he said sadly, “This happens in every house I’ve ever been in! I was hoping you’d be different, but I guess you’re not!”

Then he turned and slowly headed for the door, but Jupiter said, “Hay! Don’t go! We can work this out! I’m sure my folks won’t mind you staying here if you don’t be, ‘booing’ them to make them scream! I will introduce you to them now! Come on!”

He took the ghost into his parent’s bed- room and said, “Mom, Dad, I really would like for you to meet a special kind of friend. Now, please don’t be scared of him.”

“Well, son,” said his folks with a bug yawn, “we’re not dressed right now to meet any of your friends.”

“Yeah, right! Like I have never seen anybody in their p. js. before!” said the ghost while he shook his head, “I don’t even have any skin and I'm not ashamed to meet you!”

That’s when his mom screamed in terror, but his daddy tried to comfort her. “It’s alright, dear,” he said while gently patting her across her back, “He is not going to hurt you, at least I don’t think he will anyway.”

“Of course I won’t!” said the ghost, who was getting just a little bit irritated at the non-faithful people he was talking to at the time, “You can see there are holes in me! Now that makes me be like the, ‘holey’ Spirit! (Oh wow! That was just a little ghost humor there)! At least itt got a laugh back when I said it in London 354 years ago!”

“If you don’t mind, I would like to write a story about you,” said Jupiter, “because you are my favorite apparition of all-time! Well, then again, you don’t have much competition though in that respect!”

The ghost remained quite friends with both Jupiter and his entire family the rest of their time spent on this planet. Later on when Jupiter went to college his major was in kitty-lit which included writing fictional children's stories so he wrote a great story about his experience with his own ghost back in his house, but his teacher didn't want to give him a passing grade because it was so unbeleavable, but the dean of the school insisted he get an A + on it. He told him that was the best ghost-stories he'd ever read in his life, but that it was kind of illogical since those things could never actually happen. That made Jupiter laugh and told him, "It's more real then anything you can imagine!"

It just goes to show, “If you’ve got, ‘spirit,’

be sure to hear it!”

However, now it is time for this ghost-story to just go “Boo!-Boo!,” (I mean “Bie-bie)!”

The end. By, Cuz Roye.

Just please call me sometime, or call me, “Cuz.” Thank you very much for doing that, ….1-434-849-8268.