Waiting was the most difficult because they were older now, and all the cushions on their butts didnʻt pad them the way they used to. That gave them no option but to lay on the grass and wait, they were fully clothed but who the hell lays on the green grass in a cemetery? They did, they had to. There was no choice. It was nearly three in the morning and the green-colored akua lele didnʻt show up the way that their contacts in the area said it would. Theyʻd exhausted all their hot cocoa, sandwiches, musubi, and drinks of various sizes. Now, they were passing gas and burping and a few were snoring. So much for the “experts” from the Ghost ʻOhana Social Media page. Their first investigation was a bust. The admin of the group called it a minute after three in the morning. Everyone sighed and heaved as they packed up the coolers, the beach chairs, and the paranormal equipment. “Next time,” everyone waved as they all walked to their cars neatly parked in a line right outside the cemetery. The vehicles started almost at the same time when the buzzing streak of green flames came out of nowhere over the cemetery. With its long green flaming tail at the end, it went straight for the line of cars and decimated every single one, causing a deafening explosion on impact. “Works every time,” the admin of the Ghost ʻOhana Social Media page chuckled. “Every time.”
Loved it!!!!
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