Shave your ghost stories here!

Every once in awhile. When I'm scrolling through posts on here. I shave the ghosts of Gerg and Teacakes.

Do you shave "down there," OP?

OP, St. Olaf?

OP = Anita Gillette

A ghost once shaved “Fellate Me!” Into the abundant hair on my chest while I remained asleep through it all one night—then the next morning I woke up, felt the same urge immediately, and shaved around the message letters so that the words appeared highlighted and embossed, as in the Lutheran Bible.

I don't have a ghost story but my grandfather was convinced he saw an apparition of a man's face while constructing an annex for his church. He was so shaken by it his reaction scared the shit out of eight year old me. I only calmed down when mom lied and said it was a homeless man.

Was he shaving at the time?

Scary,

Spookie!!

Davida is that you?

Davida shaved the ghost

As I have said in spite of me having barbershop abilities that I consider quite developed I can not invoke the presence of ghost and razors, if I could I would be making tons of money here in Tampa as a “espiritista”.

For the shake of argument, let's assume i do, and I'll have a consciousness after my physical body ceases to shave.

In a vibrant village, Sam moved into a charming old apartment rumored to be haunted by a mischievous ghost known for wearing shimmering earrings and a flowing caftan. To settle in, Sam hosted a dinner party, preparing a delicious pasta dish that filled the air with tantalizing aromas. As his friends gathered, they heard a tinkling sound, and a gust of wind revealed the ghost, who appeared playfully inviting them to continue their meal.

Instead of fear, Sam and his friends felt warmth from the ethereal figure, who mirrored their movements and enjoyed the celebration with them. After a heartfelt toast, the ghost faded away, leaving behind a lingering warmth and a sense of connection. From that day on, the friendly spirit became a cherished part of their gatherings, symbolizing how love, laughter, and good food can transcend life and death.

A Toast to the (shaving) Ghost!