Many Hauntings I never thought I'd become a believer in ghosts. The idea that the essence of something long dead could linger in a place just seemed so far fetched. That is, until it happened to me.

One summer evening, several years ago, Eric rolled up to our house in our old blue truck with a surprise inside - the lifeless bodies of 30 some-odd shrimp. What he planned to do with their corpses, I can only imagine...probably cook and eat them. But that never happened.

Instead those snuffed-out souls were forgotten on the passenger seat of that truck that night, the next day and another night. Meanwhile, the world around them enjoyed a couple of terrifically lovely summer days, with temps reaching well into the 90's.

When did Eric realize his mistake? I couldn't say. However, I do know this. He got rid of the evidence and never said a word to me. What he did with those mortified cadavers, I have no idea. Still, his guilty actions were not enough to silence the shrimp. Their pain and suffering was so immense, their spirits would not go quietly into the night.

Now, on certain summer days, when the weather is particularly stifling, you'd best hope you don't have the distinct displeasure of driving the haunted shrimp truck. On those days, their spirits are most active. Yes, my friends, it's true. You can scents their presence all around you.

That is why I now believe in hauntings.  ¶ 10/30/2005 07:39:00 AM