There is a thin mist hanging in the air, there is an eerie silence except for the howling of the wind, certain to chill the bones. Then, Mutt breaks the silence with a painful whine. He sees something that he would never forget again...
Come JAMmers, get your thinking caps on `and write a story to chill the spines or tickle the funny bone or anything even remotely related to ghosts.
Write a story not more than 500 words. The best entries stand a chance to win a totally fundu JAM designed (bless Toulou for the designs) Ghost t-shirt. Post the story on your blogs and leave the link here.