YOU JUST NEVER KNOW....

Gary had just had a wonderful afternoon. School had let out early and he had played with Jim and Will in the trees up on the hill behind his house. He had played hard and was appropriately dirty. As he skipped down the long driveway to his house his pace slowed. He rounded the turn where the old large family home could be seen and he almost stopped. He hated coming home.
He finally made it thru the front door and was greeted by his mom with his house coat in her hand.
Damn it mom, I'm too hot to wear that thing.
His mom ignored him and straightened his coat on his shoulders. You know we have to look tidy, you never know who's going to drop by tonite.
Gary grumbled. He had made his token resistance and started up the stairway to his room. His mother said that the family members who had lived and died in this dusty old house still lived here and she didn't want her family to be dressed inappropriately. He turned to say something else in rebellion to his mom and saw her smiling and talking softly to something. He knew she was weird, but didn't know she was crazy. He tried to step back down the stairway, but missed the step and tumbled down.
He could hear voices around him. He was laying flat on his back, so he must have passed out for a short while.
Is he going to be alright?
Of course he is, he's strong.
Get a wet towel to put on his forehead.
Gary finally opened his eyes and saw a gathering around him. He could see thru most of them. And they seemed to float.
His mother helped him to his feet and asked if he was alright. I'm not sure he said, who are they?
They are our guests for tonite. And she began to introduce his long-dead relatives.
When she introduced the rigid great-aunt Florence, she replied, well he may be dirty, but at least he has his house coat on.