Ghosts (But Not Really)

Since it's Halloween time and all, I thought I would follow the prompt again and write about ghosts. Until however, that dang sugar daddy sucker got stuck to my teeth.  I mean, I feel like a dog with peanut butter stuck to its mouth.  I can't get it off for anything and it's killing me!  I'll never give peanut butter to a dog again if I get this stuff off, I promise.  I could ramble on about how terrible this is for hours, but I'll spare you that misery.  Actually, uggggggghhhhhh!!!!  How can something that tastes so good do this to me???  Okay, now I'm done.  Anyway, ghosts.  Most of the stories just suck.  The creepiest thing I've ever done regarding ghosts was travel to the graveyard in the forest of Ben Hawes (State?) Park.  They have a few tombstones labeled with the person's name and how they were accused of being a witch and then hanged.  Speaking of being hanged, I would rather have that done to me than have this stupid sugar daddy still stuck to my teeth.  It's been fifteen minutes now, and still stuck like it's freaking rubber cement.  In fact, that should have been the punishment for all the people accused of being witches instead of hanging, drowning, burning, etc.  This is far worse than all of those.