The world’s lamest ghost story

Some people see loved ones who have passed away, providing consolation or warning. Some see a careworn Abraham Lincoln walking the floors of the White House. Some see orbs or wispy figures that pass through closed doors.

I saw rental trucks.

I was driving home from work late one night, a few days before moving from an apartment to a house. I was restless and decided to take city streets instead of my usual freeway route – just something to do, kill some time, see something different.

I was almost home when I drove by a fenced lot filled with U-Haul trucks. That’s pretty handy, I thought. I was going to need a truck for the move, and here was a place to rent one nearby.

I got up the next morning, looked in the phone book and found a listing for the business at the intersection where I’d seen the trucks. I called to reserve one, and mentioned to the guy on the phone that the location was really convenient.

That’s our old location, he said. The phone number’s the same, he said, but we moved to a new location several months ago.

I got off the phone and drove to the lot. No trucks. The fenced area was overgrown with weeds. There was no sign that any of the weeds had been driven over recently, even at the gate.

I didn’t stay long. There was nothing to see.