The town I am working in is obsessed with ghosts. A coworker of mine asked me to lunch the other day and we went to the “Bell Schoolhouse”. It was neat. They have taken an old schoolhouse and turned it into a cafeteria that serves healthy food like fried catfish. Blech.
Does the name Bell ring a bell (haha) to you? That’s right. It’s the Bell witch. So over a plate of fried catfish, which I didn’t touch, I got to hear all about the Bell witch and how “just around the corner” is where she haunted the Bell family. Some random historian man named Jim, who the people I was eating with knew like a brother, also joined us for a bit to tell me about the Bells and how he wants me to come out on “the land” to see a play that put on every week where they “shoot real guns and everything!” Right.
You should know that Kathy, our waitress who my coworkers also knew like a sister, served us a fried oreo sundae. Now THAT, I actually ate.
One more thing. The other day, I had to drop some paper work off at the District Attorney’s office. I have only met him a few times but he recognized me when I walked in the door. His eyes lit up in joy not because of my dashing good looks. It was because he was excited to show me the room that a dentist haunts in his office. Folks, we are not in Kansas anymore.
