By the time I wrote this article, it is not Halloween. But why wait for the 31st of October to share ghost stories from the dark reaches of the net. In fact, back then when I was a puny second grader, I hated Halloween for the ghost stories it spread in the local television. But as I grow older and got exposed to the real horrors of life (like job related stresses), ghost stories eventually became a form of entertainment. The fear of Halloween died, and I learned to enjoy the revelry. Nevertheless, I never fancied seeing a real ghost popping from nowhere and cornering me in the toilet as I poop.