Night fell on Moonlight Falls and Meg rolled a wish to be able to visit the graveyard. Usually that was a no-go place, since weres didn't like ghosts. Heck, canines never like ghosts. Why do you think they bark at non-existent (or what humans perceive as non-existent) entities in closets. Should make you think twice about going into a room or near a closet that your dog is staring at intently, doesn't it? Well Meg convinced her "lovey-dovey" to accompany her to the graveyard down the street, which wasn't an inviting place at all. Especially in this kind of moonlight. It gave all sort of creeps to Tosh.
Meg's rolled wishes were like a "to-do" list. And she seemed rather excited to be able to cross one item "wishes to see a ghost" off her list. But outside was cold; cold enough to see her breath. And if the old wive's tales of the temperature suddenly dropping in the presence of a ghost it was going to be hard to tell whether it was an ambient temperature drop or the result of a paranormal visitation.
Of course, Tosh was having misgivings about the whole thing and said as much during the drive over to the graveyard.
When they got to the graveyard, Tosh, preferring to brave the zombie bears rather than seeing an apparition decided that he was going to brave the catacombs rather than stick around to see a gh-gh-ghost! In the iconic words of a cartoon dog: "Ruhroh...Rhaggy...rit's rime to rake rike a ranana...and sprit..." bawk bawk bawk...
Meg, being the braver half, stayed topside and took her lumps when she saw a ghost and growled at him.
Tosh spent a lot more time that he'd anticipated in the catacombs and emerged with a few useful items, while Meg had a deep and meaningful conversation with the ghost, but as soon as Tosh emerged from the catacombs, she bid the spirit adieu and they returned home.
It was a rather scorched and shaken Tosh replete with the horrified moodlet and a look of "you won't believe what I saw down there..." look on his face that emerged from the catacombs. And he chattered about his exploits down in the terrifying depths of the moss-encrusted, swampish catacombs non-stop until they reached home. Meg was too amused at his fried dog appearance to silence him with the "You could have stayed up there with me and met Victor." Victor Chesterton, after a rocky start, (Getting beaten about the cranium with a rolled up newspaper, no matter how incorporeal the apparition with the newspaper is, the newspaper is still a "earthly object" and still carries a wallop with it. Meg wondered, since she was a science major: Do ghosts meet air resistance when they are moving around or do they float around in their own dimensional state thereby defying the laws of physics. Hmmm, questions...maybe that's why the newspaper hurt so much. No air resistance slowing down the arm and what minimal air resistance affected the corporeal newspaper wasn't enough to make it hurt any less." Perhaps she should go see the doctor. She could very well have a concussion.
Tosh was a little scorched from the zombie bears and was told by Meg to go take a shower because her nose was wrinkling from the scent of burned fur. "You stink, Shower...Now..."
Well, the shower was rather tiring, but hey, he got out of it clean as a whistle as did Meg and he didn't smell like singed mutt any longer. Hurray for showers.
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