The Haunted Golf Ball

"Fore!" SMASH! A golf ball crashed its way through Jaren's window. Jaren sat up in bed. "What the?" Jaren got out of bed and walked over to the golf ball now sitting on his floor, amid shattered glass. Jaren was about to pick it up, when all of a sudden he heard, "Fore!" and the golf ball went flying outside, making another hole in the window on the way.

Jaren stared at the glass now scattered around his floor, and then at the window with two golfball sized holes. Then he started downstairs for the broom and some paper to cover the window with. After sweeping the floor and fixing the window, Jaren went back to bed. In the morning, Jaren tried to convince himself that it had been a dream, but failed when he saw the window. Jaren decided not to go to work today, and go to the library instead, and look up the history of his housing complex.

After a very long day, Jaren returned home with a stack of books, sits down at the table, and while eating dinner, read them. He discovered that his housing complex was boilt over an old golf course. "Who ever heard of a golf course ghost?" he asked. Jaren also learned that his house was built on the foruth hole. Jaren figured out that the mysterous golfer was Tiger Woods, who had died while playing golf at this golf course. Apperently, he had been hit in the head by a golf ball. "How can someone die from being hit by a golf ball?" Jaren muttered, while looking at the picture of the golf ball. It looked like the golf ball that had broken his window.

Jaren wanted to know for sure. That night he set a Polorid Camera next to his bed and went to sleep. He was awakened by a crash. There was a golf ball on Jaren's floor. Jaren sat up, grabbed the camera, and took a picture. Then he waited, still ready to take a picture. Then came the yell, "Fore!" Jaren took a picture. The ball went flying. THUNK! The ball went wild, and hit the wall, bounced off and folled under the bed. Jaren decided it was a good time to leave, so he grabbed the pictures and went downstairs in a hurry.

The next morning, Jaren compared the photo of the golf ball in the book with the one he took last night. Same golf ball. Then he looked at the other picture. There was a person in the picture. He was holding a golf club, about to hit a golf ball. But he was looking at the camra, and looking very surprised. Jaren compared the picture of the person with the picture of Tiger Woods. There were the same.

Jaren decided to take the easy way out. He measured his window, and went to the store. He bought some plexyglass and some screws. He came home, and got the ladder. He managed to fasted the plexyglas outside his window, nearly killing himself in the process. Then humming a chearfull tune, he grabbed a prir of ear muffs and went to bed.

"Fore!" THWUNK! Jaren listened contentendly as the golf bal bounced harmlesy off his new unbreadable window. "Isn't life wonderful?" he said happyly to no one in paticuler. Then he pulled on his ear muffs and went to sleep.

THE END

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