Thursday, February 12, 2009
The Ghost of Whiterock Railway
It was a gloomy November afternoon and there was one 45 minute class left for the day to go. I was teaching art. The sky grew dark and the kids were beside themselves with the change in weather. They always got hyperexcited when the weather changed. So, during art I told them if they would be very quiet I would tell them a ghost story. At about the same time the sky became even darker and it was just "sucker perfect" for some 12 year olds to have the stuffin' scared out of them. I told them...
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