Beach City was on fire today!  The whole boardwalk!  Some blame teenage hijinks, but I know the real culprit: The Ghost of William Buford Buchanan, Beach City’s Most Notorious Arsonist!

He set a record 335 fires in the summer of 1862.  Back then, there weren’t many buildings in Beach City, so he had to burn his own house down 68 times.  He even burned down the Funland Arcade, or as it was known at the time, Frederick Ulysses Neptune’s Land of Mechanical Oddities and Entertainment.  I heard it was great!  They had a monkey fortune teller that could predict the future and play Camptown Races on an accordion.

Buchanan died trying to evade the police by diving into the ocean.  But some say his waterlogged visage still haunts the Boardwalk, desperately trying to light his soggy flint and steel kit, and add one more fire to his record.  I guess he finally found out about lighter fluid!  HAH! 

Mayor Dewey estimates damages to be $600,000.

Yep... It's getting closer to Halloween

So, I was just awoken from a dead sleep by my dad’s “drum-roll knock” on my bedroom door. This would have been completely normal, except for the fact that my dad has been dead for almost 5 years…And there was no one at the door. Both mom and Mike (my brother) were sound asleep in bed upstairs. I am a very light sleeper. I hear EVERYTHING! I would have heard them coming down the stairs. Especially since it’s next to my room. O.O I haven’t heard that knock in nearly 5 years, but when I awoke from my dead sleep, years of habit had me nearly saying “what dad?” What. The. Hell?! Nobody else did that knock. NOBODY! It was the knock of a drummer. His own personal knock just for me. And something I had never mentioned to anyone before. Something I had actually forgotten about until this morning when I realized that “Hey! That’s dad’s knock! Waaaaait a minute. He’s dead.” Yep… It is DEFINITELY nearing All Hallows Eve. ( Que the time of year when the spirit world starts poking at Shannah. Every damn year ).

i have no idea whats going on and whats happening and im not able to say anything because im an asshole + killjoy combo

and since i didnt want to say anything to avoid fucking things up i just did what i could so i made this cute ghost for you.i wish i could send 2 blankets and a ghost plushie and a cubic ton of food but country difference im so sorry i have failed you

im just gonna leave this here

take care of yourself okay??

There are ghosts in every corner of this room.
They aren’t scary though.
They’ll sing you to sleep if you listen close
and if you’re exhausted enough to hear them.
There are ghosts in every corner of this
room and they remind you that nothing lasts
forever and that that is okay.
—  "The Ghosts" by Claire Luisa
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Ghostly Students? This week Cartoon Conspiracy covers the Recess Theory! Does it hold up? Watch to find out.