It has never ceased to amaze me about how many people can just ignore reality. Take ghosts as an example. Millions of people have reported seeing ghosts. It has to be the height of effete snobbery to claim that ghosts don't exist just because you haven't seen one. But if you are so stupid that you really want to see one, I have got just the place for you.

Up here in New England, there is this restaurant called the "The Old Schoolhouse". It was the town's schoolhouse at one time. It was abandoned because after the last schoolmaster died, he didn't leave.

The Old Schoolhouse serves a great breakfast, and an amazing lunch. But they don't serve dinner. Because anyone who is that building after the sun goes down is going to get a lesson they are not going to forget.

My friends and I have bugged the Old Schoolhouse. We have installed night-vision cameras, as well as lots of other electronic gear that will broadcast the evening's activities to us. We sit out on a boat in the harbor and sip our rum drinks. We don't want to be too close, we might get drawn into the fray.

We like it when we trick some guys into staying all night in the Old Schoolhouse. But I like it even better when I can convince some stuck-up, know-it-all woman to go there. It is such fun to watch the expression on her face as an unseen hand grabs her by the ear, and drags her to be bent over one of the old desks. She usually begins to shriek when unseen hands raise her skirt and lower her panties. Then a strap flies through the air and lands right across the fat part of her bare bottom. It doesn't take long before she is sobbing and promising to be good. And have you ever seen a well spanked bottom viewed by a night vision camera? It glows and lights up the area around it. There is even a halo around the bottom.

But would believe that, on the next morning, when ask these people what happened to them during the night, most of them insist nothing happened! On, for certain, they don't want to sit down on a hard bench and talk about it. And if we ask why they are walking so stiffly, they will just blame the damp, New England night air.

There are those who warn us that old schoolmaster might decide to get us for being such peeping toms. But I think if we keep sending him nice round bottoms to spank, he isn't going to care.

Oh, you don't believe me? Would you like to spend the night in an old schoolhouse?