When you work with words, words are your work

It’s a tale from the dark side, an urban legend, a mystery, a vision, and a connection with the nether world. Recalled in the autumn time of year amongst Hallows eve celebrations, all saint’s days and the raising of the dead. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Like a cat, arched back, walking sideways towards you. Some chant, some clutch beads.
Lets join hands and feel the vibration.

The dead walk among us, or at least the ones that have something to say. Not quite able to spell it out, or point the finger at the guilty. Or just agitated at having to leave the mortal earth earlier than expected, (but who does expect it besides the old, infirm and the suicidal? Well scratch that last one; the suicidal get accused of coming back anyway.) But as for an urban legend this one can be explained.
Sure some legends are based in facts, someone did die, and someone was killed. But the haunting?
Well, you just can’t get a hold on it. He said. She said, She knew someone that told her. What is that creaking sound? Why is it so cold in this spot right here? Why is an organ playing in the vacant house? On three separate occasions.

You know why you thought you saw a murder out there? 'Cause that's a murder house. Was the portrait of the woman stabbed with the garden shears? Right in the neck. Are there bloodstains on the keyboard?
You bet there are.
It was terrible.
It was just terrible.
I'll never get over it as long as I live. The horribleness and awfulness of it will never actually be forgotten?

Well don't panic! DON'T PANIC!

Well I'll just get a picture of it. Lets see, Stand back! Get out of the way! And for heaven's sake don't TOUCH anything! This is all EVIDENCE! Whatever you do, KEEP your HEAD. How do you protect yourself? Easy, or diligent, make you whole body a weapon.

Someone had to investigate. Someone is put up to the challenge. Why are you scared? Well you just better go down there and get to the bottom of it. Someone has to. Sure enough, it’s all true, you see it with your own eyes. But how do you convince the non-believers? The skeptics will hang you out to dry. Can't you curb your imagination for one minute? Can’t you curb your tongue?
What are you gonna do about it?
Why don't you run up an ally and holler Fish!
Who are you? Drop dead that’s who!

“Well, he’s just making it up to get attention.” He always could spin a tale. He did tell his school pals he had a skeleton in his barn. Nobody said it wasn’t a squirrel skeleton. But still, can you trust someone that didn’t eat the crust on his peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Well a lot of people cut the crust off their bread. No you don’t understand, he didn’t cut it off, he ate around it. Wired, wiry, he used to run right out of his shoes. Well maybe they were his brother’s shoes.
So why should we believe this? Why should we make someone a local hero? Luncheons, dignitaries, speeches, Just because someone went in there and checked it out? What is bravery?
Let me clarify that.

Newspapers eat up this stuff. But what is there? Proof? What if we all went down there and checked it out? Ever heard of mass hysteria?
Or is that too something made up to wash the facts? Why can’t we get a handle on it?
Is it more entertaining to not know the truth? Is it more comforting to feel safe in a known world or an unknown world? What sells more encyclopedias or mystery novels?

What is more fun, Flag day or Halloween? You don't seem to realize the cosmic importance of this.
Once again though it can all be explained, at least this time.

Atta Boy Luther.