Smoking Ghosts?

My dad loved talking about the follies he and his friends did as teenagers in their hometown in La Union. But he also loves telling true stories. And a number of them were true ghost stories--well, some were true but foolish ghost stories.

Anyway, one night, he and his friends tried smoking cigars. Being too young to be allowed any vice, they agreed to do it at night in a remote place. They decided to meet at 12 midnight at the town cemetery along the national highway near the beach. The cemetery sat on a low hill so that it was higher than the highway. So at 12, they quietly arrived at the specified location in the cemetery, one by one. It was spooky going there alone, he said.

They each had a big cigar and they started to smoke. When you smoke a cigar the tip lights up brighter than would the tip of a cigarette. So it's easily seen from a distance. Now, imagine 10 cigars lighting up like that in a dark cemetery at 12 midnight. 

In their town, people often walked along the highway from San Fernando even at 12 midnight. And it happened! When the folks were passing by the cemetery, they saw strange twinkling lights among the graves! Ghosts! They panicked and ran, crying, "Ghosts!" 

The next morning, the story spread like wildfire in town. Ghosts haunted the cemetery, showing strange lights. Well, that was what the entire town thought, except for 10 young lads--or so they thought.

Commercial. Online business!