I spoke to a ghost once
When I was about fourteen, my grandmother took me on a week's holiday visiting relatives in Inverness, during which we seemed to spend every day driving to visit various touristy attractions around Loch Ness. The last day before going home, we went to visit a smallish castle (I have no idea which one), and being a sprightly young teen who by now was fed up of being dragged around by an OAP, I scooted off to visit the dungeons. Having discovered that these consisted of nothing more than a big empty stone room with a few metal railings bolted around the place for Health and Safety, I turned around to go back upstairs, but my blood turned cold when I realised I was standing face to face with the vision of a young lady in shabby heavy-looking clothes.

I can't remember details, but I instantly knew what she was, and at the same time had the intense assuredness that she was "friendly", even though my heart was racing faster than I thought possible. I managed to engage her in conversation, even though we had real trouble understanding each other's strange dialect, and then it struck me that I was holding my gran's instant camera in my clammy left hand. She didn't really know what I was asking, but seemed perfectly happy to pose and smile, so I manically finished off the roll of film before she turned and walked up the stone staircase.

My feet seemed pinned to the floor for an eternity, but I finally managed to leave and rushed back to the car park where my grandmother was waiting for me. I don't know whether she believed my story or was just humouring me, but was happy to listen to it, and I couldn't think of anything else for the next few days, especially as I had to wait until we returned home before I could take the film to the chemist for processing. Two days later I went back to pick up the prints, and practically ripped the packet open trying to get to the photographic evidence of my supernatural encounter. I couldnt believe my luck when I couldn't see anything - it wasn't so much that my ghostly friend was invisible to photography, but the prints themselves were woefully underexposed. Sadly for me, the spirit was willing but the flash was weak.
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 17:17, 10 replies)

This
FTW
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 17:31, closed)

*CLICK*
intended caps. You had me until the last couple of lines!

MODS! Take note!
Entries to this QOTW could make a lovely game of "piss-take or nutter"
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 17:39, closed)

Epic Pun!
Makes me all warm inside.
( WhiteDevil has finally put in a siggy., Mon 7 Jul 2008, 17:41, closed)

You utter bastard *click*
end of
( rjmrjm, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 18:14, closed)

Marvellous work
I'm enjoying the pun-based stuff more than the genuine answers this week :-D

A hearty *click* from me.
( chart cat has an itch, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 18:18, closed)

A thing of wonder.
*click*
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 20:40, closed)

Damn
You rotter, you! And I pride myself on being able to spot a pun at 30 paces. *click*
(sunbomb, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 22:04, closed)

pwned
had me to the last line.
( Foxglove -- it all ends in tears anyway..., Mon 7 Jul 2008, 22:17, closed)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.
At least it didn't end with the film being a tRick Roll.
( Digeridude Lord Wellington's Beef Trapeze, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 22:31, closed)

Clickety click

Totally suckered in till the last line, brilliant.
(H K Phooey, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 17:07, closed)