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There was this haunted house on the outskirts of the town which
was avoided by all the townfolk - the ghost which `lived' there was
feared by all.
However, an enterprising journalist decided to get the scoop of the
day by photographing the fearsome phantom. When he entered the
house, armed with only his camera, the ghost descended upon him,
clanking chains et al. He told the ghost "I mean no harm - I just want
your photograph". The ghost was quite happy at this chance to make
the headlines - he posed for a number of ghostly shots.
The happy journalist rushed back to his dark room, and began
developing the photos. Unfortunately, they turned out to be black and
underexposed.
So what's the moral of the story?
The spirit was willing but the flash was weak.
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Re: Ghost Photography
Hahaha
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, and I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. Did you hear me butterfly? Miles to go before you sleep."
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Re: Ghost Photography
Last night 'twas witching Hallowe'en
Dearest; an apple russet- brown
I pared, and thrice above my crown
Whirled the long skin; they watched in keen;
I flung it far; they laughed and cried me shame
Dearest, there lay the letter of your name!
Dearest; an apple russet- brown
I pared, and thrice above my crown
Whirled the long skin; they watched in keen;
I flung it far; they laughed and cried me shame
Dearest, there lay the letter of your name!