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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
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Fri, 30 Oct 2009
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 One more night and the tricks and the treats will begin. I wonder if any of you like water-melons
An old Ghost story
from Alabama
Now, old Sam Gibb, he didn't believe in ghosts, not
one little bit.
Everyone in town knew the old log cabin back in the
woods was haunted,
but Sam Gibb just laughed whenever folks talked
about it. Finally, the
blacksmith dared Sam Gibb to spend the night in the
haunted log cabin and if he stayed there until
dawn, the blacksmith would buy him a whole
cartload of water-melons. Sam was delighted, if he
had one passion in life, it was the water-melon. It
was Sam's
absolute favourite fruit, so of course he accepted
the dare at once, packed some
matches and his pipe, and went right over to the
log cabin to spend the
night in the old cabin. He set about lighting a
fire, then he lit his pipe and
settled down in a rickety old arm-chair to read his
newspaper. 
He hadn't been reading for too long when he
heard a creaking sound. Sam looked around until his
eyes settle on the chair next to him. On it sat a
gnarled
little creature with glowing red eyes, it
had a long, forked tail, two horns on its head,
claws at the ends of
its hands, and sharp teeth that poked right through
its large lips.
Then it spoke;
"There ain't nobody here tonight
except you and me," it said
to old Sam Gibb. It had a voice like the hiss of
flames. Poor Sam, his heart almost stopped with
fright. He leapt to his feet, knocking the chair
over and yelled.
"Aye and there ain't going to be nobody here
but you in a minute," As he made straight for the
nearest exit, which just happened to be the window.
He was off down that lane lickety-split.
Why,
he ran so fast he overtook two rabbits being chased
by a
coyote. But then he heard the pounding of little
hooves and when he looked round the gnarled
creature with the red eyes was quickly catching up
with him.
"Phew you're making pretty good
speed for an old man," said the creature to old Sam
Gibb.
"Oh, I can run much faster than this," Sam Gibb
told it, and he took off
like a bolt of lightning, leaving the gnarled
creature in the dust.
The Blacksmith came
flying out of the forge
to see what was wrong, all he caught was the words.
"Never mind about them water-melons, you can keep
them" as Sam Gibb shouted without breaking
his stride.
Ha ha ha, poor old Sam Gibb he ran all the way
home and hid under his bed for the rest of
the night, and part of the next
day.
And you
might say that nobody heard him talk about ghosts
and spooks ever again in fact, he became a firm
believer in ghosts and spooks, and
he refused to go anywhere near the old cabin in the
woods, not for a hundred cart-loads of
water-melons.
Diddilydeedot, is tucked away every
halloween, well that is until about midnight when
she has to find her cat Tuppence, and her
broomstick  
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