Lame Ghost Stories (or I Bought This Comic Because It Promised A Haunted White House And All I Got Was One Page Of Crap) – Ghosts #37

Bait. Switch.

I was going to craft a nice little Halloween post, one centered around the “Haunting of the White House.” A nice local D.C. story. And then I opened the thing and there was this one page of the wimpiest, most unfrightening ghost blurbs that you could possibly imagine:

I feel like Charlie Brown: “I got a rock.”

Even a poltergeisted Grover Cleveland chamber pot would have been better. I was going to look at the rest of the comic, but I can’t now. It sickens me.

Trick, no treat. Happy damn Halloween.