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defrogThe bride and I are in Tennessee investigating some local legend from my childhood involving some anti-govt nut who tried to convince everyone his house was haunted and guarded by the ghost of a Ku Klux Klansman.
We are standing across the street from the house where the conspiracy nut used to live. The house – which looks the way all spooky houses look – has been abandoned for decades, and the anti-govt nut has been dead at least as long.
I explain to KT the background: the guy used to claim that anyone who tried to enter the house would be attacked by the KKK ghost, and people would tell stories about how they found out the hard way it was true, or that they’d seen the KKK ghost floating back and forth in front of the house like it was guarding the house.
I seem to remember seeing footage of it, but it looked like a dummy on a wire to me. So we’re here to see how the guy faked the ghost.
We walk up onto the front porch and look around. KT finds a man-sized wooden box mounted on the wall – we open it, and inside is a complicated Rube Goldberg-like rope-pulley mechanism operated by levers.
“This must be how he did it,” KT says. “He could hide here and work the ghost dummy and make it fly around.”
“I wonder if the dummy’s still around,” I wonder.
I start looking around the porch to see if I can find the hiding place for the dummy. I hear the sound of a trap door opening behind me. I turn and see the KKK ghost flying over my head – arms outstretched, dressed in flowing white KKK robes and hood. In the dim light, it’s pretty scary looking, even though I know it’s fake.
“Man, that’s pretty good,” I say to KT. “How’d you figure out how to operate the levers?”
KT looks scared. “I never touched them.”
I turn to look at the KKK ghost, which has turned around and is swooping down towards me, hands clearly moving and reaching for me, looking all too real.
I duck.
And then I woke up.
DISCLAIMER: There was no KKK ghost legend as far as I know.
The KKK took my baby away,
This is dF
We are standing across the street from the house where the conspiracy nut used to live. The house – which looks the way all spooky houses look – has been abandoned for decades, and the anti-govt nut has been dead at least as long.
I explain to KT the background: the guy used to claim that anyone who tried to enter the house would be attacked by the KKK ghost, and people would tell stories about how they found out the hard way it was true, or that they’d seen the KKK ghost floating back and forth in front of the house like it was guarding the house.
I seem to remember seeing footage of it, but it looked like a dummy on a wire to me. So we’re here to see how the guy faked the ghost.
We walk up onto the front porch and look around. KT finds a man-sized wooden box mounted on the wall – we open it, and inside is a complicated Rube Goldberg-like rope-pulley mechanism operated by levers.
“This must be how he did it,” KT says. “He could hide here and work the ghost dummy and make it fly around.”
“I wonder if the dummy’s still around,” I wonder.
I start looking around the porch to see if I can find the hiding place for the dummy. I hear the sound of a trap door opening behind me. I turn and see the KKK ghost flying over my head – arms outstretched, dressed in flowing white KKK robes and hood. In the dim light, it’s pretty scary looking, even though I know it’s fake.
“Man, that’s pretty good,” I say to KT. “How’d you figure out how to operate the levers?”
KT looks scared. “I never touched them.”
I turn to look at the KKK ghost, which has turned around and is swooping down towards me, hands clearly moving and reaching for me, looking all too real.
I duck.
And then I woke up.
DISCLAIMER: There was no KKK ghost legend as far as I know.
The KKK took my baby away,
This is dF
