There was once a ghost that wouldn’t stop scaring a little boy. Everywhere the boy went, the ghost followed yelling, “Oooooooooohhhh! Oooooooooohhhh! Oooooooohh!”
At first the little boy was scared. Really scared. But after awhile, he got pretty tired of seeing this glowing white bully all the time. So one day, he said to the ghost, “Ok, enough is enough. Take off your smock and show yourself!!”
The ghost was startled. “Ooooh,” he yelled, trying to scare the boy away. But the little boy stood his ground. “I said, show yourself! Right now!!!” And so the ghost took off his white scary ghost garb and the boy stared with wide eyes at what was underneath. Which was Nothing. Not a single solitary thing.
“So, let me get this straight,” said the boy. “Without all that malarkey, you’re just Nothing?”
The ghost nodded his invisible head.
“I can’t see you, remember? So speak up!”
“Yes, yes, it’s true,” said the ghost. “Without my ghost garb, I’m… Nothing!” Then the ghost started to cry.
“You’re sure upset,” said the little boy. “It’s ok to be upset sometimes. So I’m gonna give you 15 more seconds to get it all out and then we’re gonna buck up and fix this together, all right?” The ghost nodded his invisible head again and in 15 seconds, he stopped crying.
By this time, the boy had already gone to his closet and come back with a new outfit for the ghost. “Here,” he said, dangling the shirt and pants. “See if these fit.” In a few minutes, the ghost was all dressed. He still didn’t have a body, but at least he was a little more recognizable. “Thanks,” the ghost said. “Now,” said the boy. “You need a face.”
So the boy went to his art supply bin and grabbed some paint. “You want to be happy?” “Yeah,” said the ghost. And so the boy gave him a big smile. And then some arms and legs.
“Now you just need a name. How about Gary?” “I like Gary,” said the ghost. “Looks like you’re feeling better already,” said the boy. “Yeah. A lot better,” said the ghost. “Good. Now let’s go outside and play.” And they did.