Showing posts with label Ghostbusters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ghostbusters. Show all posts

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Ghostly Phone Calls of Unknown Origin Rattle Fernbrook Resort Residents




Ghostly Phone Calls of Unknown Origin Rattle Fernbrook Resort Residents

Are the ghosts of chickens past infesting Fernbrook Resort Freelton's lines of communication?


“The calls are eerie,” said Nelly Nervousbladder, “I pick up the phone, I say hello, but no one replies. Again and again this happens.”

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“Three times a week my phone rings in the early morning hours, two or three rings, then just stops,” said Arvin Awakenedearly.   

“No person would do this,” said a shaken Shelby Soiledpants, “it has to be a ghost. A G… G… G… GHOST!” he said as he emptied his bladder into his adult strength diapers.

In fact the problem has gotten so severe of late that Fernbrook Resort Freelton residents pooled their money and called Ghostbusters.

Unfortunately for them the Ghostbusters never returned their call. That’s because Ghostbusters is actually a team of fictional characters. And not a trio of real live specter fighting superheroes as Fernbrook Resort residents had been led to believe by the movie of the same name.

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So, with no where else to turn, they called the matron of telephone lines one Ma Bell.

“I think you have an infestation of chickens,” Ma Bell said when asked about the causative factor behind of the calls.”

“Ghost chickens?” asked Elizabeth Einstein nervously.

“Yeah, that‘s right,” agreed Ma Bell sarcastically, “the ghosts of chickens past are haunting Fernbrook Resort Freelton’s phone lines and phoning people at 3:15 in the afternoon and hanging up. And calling in the early AM hours. No Einstein, its chickens.”
Fernbrook Resort most intellectually respected couple - the Einsteins.

“But chickens don’t have an opposable thumb. Or an index finger. So there’s no way that a chicken could even hold a phone… let alone dial a phone.” Said Elsinore Einstein, Elizabeth’s brother and husband. “So you’re wrong there.”

“Listen you bunch of Einsteins,” shouted Ma Bell, “It’s people. People are calling and hanging up. Not real chickens.”

“But you just said it was chickens,” said a confused Illana Illogical.

“Oh, for the love of all that is good and holy.” Screamed an exasperated Ma Bell, “Its people. Scared little people who act with the brains and courage of a chicken. When a person acts like a chicken than you refer to them as chickens. Though in this case I think I’m insulting chickens by saying Fernbrook Resort Freelton residents are as smart… or as brave… as a chicken. So maybe it is people. Real live people.  NOT GHOSTS!”

A ghost chicken pecking around for a quarter to make a call?
“Ouch,” said Illana Illogical as she scratched her head. “I better take some medicine. People aren’t supposed to use logic around me. My doctor said so. That’s what makes my head hurt.”

“Logic gives me a rash,” chimed in Ralph Redskin. “My doctor gave me a placebo and soon I’ll be all better. Hey, after we take our medicine do you want to go play in traffic?”

“But when you called us Einsteins I thought that meant that we were right. Because Einstein was smart. Probably as smart as us even. He invented gravity. And the fig newton,” said Illana Illogical.
 
“It was Isaac Newton that invented the Fig Newton,” said Ralph Redskin, “not Albert Einstein.”

‘‘Ouch,” said Illana Illogical as she began scratching her head again. “I think I need more medicine.”

A noticeably perturbed Ma Bell puts a call block on Fernbrook Resort Freelton.  

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Tommyknockers? Or More Tomfoolery? Ghostly Hauntings at Fernbrook Resort Freelton

Tommyknockers? Or More Tomfoolery? Ghostly Hauntings at Fernbrook Resort Freelton

That was the claim of one startled family at once famous Fernbrook Resort in Freelton.

Apparently on March 22, 2015 a series of ghostly tappings was heard inside one of the combination crack dens/meth labs that are alleged to dot the pothole covered landscape of the tiny nation infested with blackflies and poison ivy.

Said the startled victim, "It was about 10 PM or so and I was just sitting down to do a line of coke and huff a tube of glue or two when the banging started. It only lasted for a couple of moments before it ceased."

"That’s just tommyrot," other slightly sober residents claimed upon hearing of the disturbance.

"Well, whatever it was… I was scared. And it’s a good thing I don’t wear pants because they would’ve been scared right offa me!" the trouser-less party added.

Regardless, paranormal investigators rushed to the site to investigate. And while no Tommyknockers were found their infrared equipment did pick up traces of something unusual.

Explained Ghostbuster Casper Weinberger, "true, we didn’t find anything supernatural, but what we did find is totally unexplainable. See here," he said as he picked up an image he had captured with his equipment, "this here shows what appears to be a giant male turkey with a small flock of chickens. One of the chickens would appear to be a Rhode Island Red while the other may in fact be a usually better behaved Blue Hen of Delaware. Though it’s hard to tell for sure because the image is a bit blurry."

And what is unexplainable about that?

"Well," explained fellow Ghostbuster Egon Spengler, "chickens don’t usually hang out with turkeys. Unless they’re desperate for company, they pity them or they’re up to some sort of tomfoolery."

So was it a case of a tommyknocker?

Was it just simple tomfoolery that caused the unexplained disturbance?

Or is it all just tommyrot?