52 This Ghost Played the Bagpipes

As a boy growing up on a small Kansas farm, I was convinced our old milk house was haunted. One summer evening, I heard an eerie sound that reminded me of bagpipes coming from a mysterious box addressed to my father. What followed was one of the most frightening and, in the end, one of the funniest adventures of my childhood. Like good history, the truth turned out to be far more interesting than the ghost I thought I had encountered.