I took Youngest and one of her best friends to Burger King today so they could play on the indoor playground. As we were eating our fries — because you have to get fries when you're at Burger King, even just for the playground — I explained that the playground was haunted.
"A little boy died there a few years ago," I said. "He didn't tell his parents he was going there, and when he climbed to the top, he got too scared to come down."
The girls listened quietly, hanging on every word. Who doesn't love a good ghost story, after all?
There was nobody else in there, and since his parents didn't know he was there, he got locked in when the Burger King people turned off the lights and went home. He died up there that night, and it was two days before anyone found him."
It was a perfectly morbid story, and I was going to share an example of how the haunting worked, when Oldest, who was along for the ride, decided to cap it off.
"His body is still there," she said. "Kids won't touch it because it's gross, and none of the adults can get up there."
The girls cracked up, and so did I. For the next 30 minutes while we hung out, they would do things like climb to the top, pick up one another's arms and wave it at us through the window.
"Look, I found him!"
So that story didn't stick, that time. But you know, there was another family there, so who knows what their kids overheard and what they believed…
Copyright © 2018 by David Learn. Used with permission.
"A little boy died there a few years ago," I said. "He didn't tell his parents he was going there, and when he climbed to the top, he got too scared to come down."
The girls listened quietly, hanging on every word. Who doesn't love a good ghost story, after all?
There was nobody else in there, and since his parents didn't know he was there, he got locked in when the Burger King people turned off the lights and went home. He died up there that night, and it was two days before anyone found him."
It was a perfectly morbid story, and I was going to share an example of how the haunting worked, when Oldest, who was along for the ride, decided to cap it off.
"His body is still there," she said. "Kids won't touch it because it's gross, and none of the adults can get up there."
The girls cracked up, and so did I. For the next 30 minutes while we hung out, they would do things like climb to the top, pick up one another's arms and wave it at us through the window.
"Look, I found him!"
So that story didn't stick, that time. But you know, there was another family there, so who knows what their kids overheard and what they believed…
Copyright © 2018 by David Learn. Used with permission.
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