Metaphysical Photography On A Halloween Throw It Back Thursday

Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 23644 – 1222

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Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends, Foes, Foundlings, First-Time-Visitors, one-eyed newts, and Frogs,

Here’s the haps:

(You may not remember these characters since I only used them once before but I thought they fit.)

Gary Goodheart, newspaper reporter for the Daily Solar System, was an old-school photojournalist and this was going to be his biggest story ever! Being a hard-boiled journalist and coming from the other side of the tracks, he was, of course, naturally skeptical when his editor Barry Black (he’s no Perry White) told him about the haunted house.

“I have reason to believe that the story is true, and I want you to go out and get the story.  And I want a picture of that ghost!”

But after he went and investigated for himself and actually met the ghost of Harry Pinckney, he was convinced. When he spoke with Mr. Pinckney, he found him to be pleasant and affable.

Mr. Harrison Pinckney, wanting to set the record straight about ghosts and hauntings and such, agreed to provide Johnny with an extensive interview. Johnny learned many exclusive details about Mr. Pinckney’s life, things that only Harrison Pinckney could possibly have told him.

“Okay, you know, this is going to be one of the biggest stories of my career. My boss wants me to get absolute photographic proof that you were speaking with me. Could I please take your picture?”

“Of course, I’d be happy to let you take my picture,” he said, “but your regular photographic equipment, as good as it is, may not work for what you’re wanting to do. Contrary to popular belief, you need a strong, bright light and, due to spectral plasmic reasons I can’t really get into, I can only let you try it once. And we’re running out of time.”

“I’ll have to do the best I can with what I’ve got!” Said Gary Goodheart and he snapped the picture.

The next morning in Barry’s office they waited impatiently for the photography department to develop the picture. When the inter-office envelope arrived they tore into it and Gary began shaking his head and sobbing. “No! No!” he cried, “This can’t be!” He looked accusingly at Barry Black’s face, “It’s all your fault of course! You don’t give me good equipment!”

They stared together at the picture of Harrison Pinckney’s 1872 sitting room full of furniture and such, but no sign of Mr. Pinckney whatsoever.

“Good Alexander’s spirit!” Cried Barry Black (I told you he was no Perry White.), “The spirit was willing but the flash was weak!”