Paranormal
Poltergeist Pool Parties: The Splash Heard in the Dead of Night!
In the stygian depths of the night, while you’re tucked up in bed, the merry miscreants are making waves. Literal waves. Echoes of laughter, sputtering sounds, and neon plastic balls bouncing off invisible noses, can only mean one thing: your pool has turned into a supernatural hangout for phantom frolickers. Intrigued? Terrified? Read on!
In the silent town of Hidden Hollow, residents are kept awake from the raucous commotion stemming from backyard pools. Strangely, upon inspection, nothing seems awry, just ripples stretching out across the water, laconically lapping against chlorinated edges as if to mock their sleep deprivation.
“I thought it was raccoons at first,” recounts a baffled Bev, the septuagenarian baker notorious for her spicy jambalaya and belief in the bizarre, “So, I set out some traps, but all that got caught were suspiciously waterlogged doughnuts.”
Spontaneous pool parties popping up at the dead of night; our spectral friends do know how to have a good time! But, why admire from afar? Maybe it’s time to gatecrash a phantom fiesta!
Now don’t imagine your phantasmal buddies rocking old-school bedsheet attire to these events, oh no. These sophisticated spectres apparently follow the latest fashion trends. A concerned resident, Lucy, swears she saw two ethereal figures in her pool, one sporting aviator sunglasses, the other a polka-dotted bikini — and both of them were sipping martinis.
“On close observation, there was something odd about the martinis,” Lucy recollects, “it looked just like two floating olives!”
Adding to the head-scratching mystery, it’s not just your average lounge pool activities that are taking place during these ‘after-life’ after-parties. Paranormal investigators report strange anomalies, such as multitudes of ghastly rubber duckies bobbing menacingly around pool filters. It appears that even in the afterlife, the classic duck race is as captivating as ever!
The local Psychic hotline has been heatmap hot with harried homeowners seeking advice on how to deal with the spectral shenanigans. Hilda the Harbinger, local psychic, and well-known moonwalker, recommends baking an apple pie, “Ghosts love apple pies,” she muses, “At least, the ones I’ve met,” she grins.
In an attempt to catch these phantom pool revelers in the act, a resident by the name of Crazy Joe rigged his backyard with an array of high-tech equipment. To his bewilderment, the devices recorded unusual traces of ethereal activity. But the real surprise was his undeniable evidence: a ghastly spectral figure shrieking mid-splash in a loop on his security footage, putting a spin on the famous paranormal expression, “caught red-handed,” and turning it into “caught wet-handed.”
And even though the bizarre phenomenon has cost residents their tranquillity, it certainly hasn’t drained their wits dry. Local comedian Betty quips, “I reckon they’re training for the Afterlife Olympics! My money’s on the one in the floating yellow bikini with a watermelon martini!”
Despite the bewildering occurrences, there’s an air of acceptance within Hidden Hollow. “Let em’ swim!” exclaims Madge, the hard-nosed mayor. “As long as they don’t skinny dip, we’re good,” she giggles gleefully.
So, dear reader, the next time you hear a splash in the still of the night, remember: it might not be the wind, or a wandering animal, but a band of supernatural party animals looking for their nocturnal poolside fix. Just be sure to keep the apple pies plenty and the martinis ready. The party is only getting started! And who knows, when nighttime settles back in and the stars once again pattern the night sky, you might just find yourself handing out towels at the biggest, albeit the most spectral, pool party on this side of the streets. Dunk or be dunked — after all, everyone loves a pool party, even those beyond the veil!