They said the mansion was haunted, but none of us cared as long as we were able to use the beach behind it to sunbathe . . . sans suites. That’s because we were all practicing nudists. Actually, I’d been a nudist since I was a kid. My parents were nudists, so this was normal for me.
What wasn’t normal was the fact that the beach behind the mansion, which had been deserted for several years, was the only spot within fifty miles where we could sunbathe naked. Luckily, the cops didn’t hassle us, as long as we didn’t do anything destructive to the mansion. In fact, one of our group was a cop.
It was only the end of June, but already the temperature was in the mid-nineties with the humidity hovering around ninety-five. It made the sand burning hot.
I had just placed my blanket down when I saw someone I had never seen before sit down on the sand in front of me without a blanket!
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll burn your butt?” I said to him. He seemed around middle age and was partially bald.
Turning his head slightly to talk over his shoulder, he replied, “I don’t have to worry about that.”
“Because ghosts don’t feel pain.”
Not only did I stare at him, but so did everyone else close enough to have heard his reply.
Ghosts? He did say ghosts, didn’t he? That’s when a thought struck me. “Are you from inside the mansion?” I asked him.
“Yep, just moved in!”
But before I, or anyone else, could say anything, I heard what sounded like laughter coming from somewhere behind me, and felt drops of water raining down. Turning around, I saw three young teens standing close to the beach, each with super soakers and firing at all of us nudist.
“Stop that!” I said to them.
“Yeah, stop that!” said more than one other person.
“Make us!” challenged one of the kids with a snarl.
That’s when our ghostly newcomer stood up and said, “I’ll handle this.” Then walking over to the three boys, he said, in a calm, pleasant voice, “If I were you, I’d stop doing what you’re doing.”
“Oh, yeah?” said one of the other boys. “Who’s going to make us?”
“I will,” said the ghost. And then, just like that, he turned into a twenty-foot tall, green scaled dragon, wings and all.
All three boys’ eyes got as big as doughnuts and one of them shouted, “Let’s get out of here!” Then all three took off running back around the side of the mansion.
Immediately our dragon turned back into human form, then walked, in all his naked glory, back to his spot on the sand.
“That was some trick,” I said to him as he sat down.
“That’s nothing. You should see what I do for Halloween.”
“I can’t wait,” I replied, thinking what a show that must be.