I’m starting this blog to document some of the weird shit I’ve been noticing around my town lately. We’re talking GHOSTS and possibly even some CRYPTIDS. Some people won’t believe me and that’s fine, but at least I’m documenting things and getting this out there.
I know a blog seems dated in the Weird Year 2020, but I’m not great with social media and -- like I said -- I want to document what I’ve been finding.
As you may or may not know, I, your pal, the one and only, newly dubbed Ghost Blogger, work at a pizza place in a small town. One of those places where everyone knows almost everyone else. Not many people pass through, the few occasional tourists: usually looking for a quick bite or to explore a coastal town. Just runoff from the neighboring tourist trap town. Tourist towns can be their own weird, but they lack whatever this town has.
Of course the pandemic has added a level of weird no one was ready for. We even closed briefly, which I don’t think the boss, Steve, has EVER done. Everyone wears masks now, which honestly, I don’t mind. The pizza shop made some dope ones, and I’ve acquired a few fun ones too. I think they look pretty cool honestly. Some people leave their nose hanging out though. That shit is stupid. But, other than the plexiglass, masks, and extra cleaning, stuff isn’t too different. People can’t eat in the shop though, and Steve says that isn’t changing until who knows when, no matter what “Some suit decides”.
But anyway, working at a pizza shop means I see a lot of people still. I’ve even done some delivery now and then for extra cash. I see a lot of the same people, same places. You notice things. Like Old Linda Johnson. She stops by, doesn’t usually get pizza. She tends to stick to subs. Our tuna sub is her go-to. Sometimes she’ll go for our meatball sub. But the other day she comes in, looks off, you know? She orders a steak and cheese. No cheese, no onions, no roll.
I ask “So…you just want steak? We have a dinner plate if that’s what you’re looking for”.
“No, that’s not it. Cheese steak, no cheese, no onions, no roll” she repeats.
I put in the order and flag down another guy who works there, my buddy Jeff. I ask him if she looks off. He just shrugs and says she looks old, and that she’s ordered it once before while muttering something about her cat.
While talking to Jeff, Old Linda flags me down again.
“Actually, I need two.”
“Two? The…the same order?” I ask. I try to remind her to social distance from the other customers, but this lady is staring through me.
“Yeah, I can get that ready, hungry tonight, Linda?” I’m trying to get more out of her, but her eyes seem distant, and I’m feeling a little spooked.
The next part is weirder, I hear her whisper “Henry is hungry” before shuffling away. I don’t bother charging her for the extra food, she’s always been a little off, and a tad grouchy. But this, this is weird even for her. I think Henry might be her cat?
Old Linda Johnson is an old lady who lives by herself with her cat in this big old house. No one knows how old she, or the house, is. And kids just call her “Old Linda” since no one seems to recall her ever being young. It’s honestly a little too much exactly like what you see in old horror movies. You know, the kind of house kids dare each other to go up to because everyone is sure it's haunted. While I’m sure the house is in fact haunted, I think there may be more to it?
Maybe this is a lackluster first entry. Just some old lady’s strange not-a-sub order. But I dunno. I’ll keep finding stuff and keep updating. Maybe I’ll swing by Old Linda’s house soon.
That’s all this time, I’ll have another post next week!