The ghost was just an old sheet runthrough the corn field on this clothes line. Everytime it passed this point here (**points to the ground***) the line tripped the start lever on this old tape recorder to play the Ghoulish sounds we've been hearing.
The plan was to scare everyone out of this field while Old Mr Jenkins, whose really not Mr Jenkins (***pulls of fake old man's mask***) but his hot, well endowed, niece Crystal.
The center of the cornfield houses an old Cold War Bunker that Crystal turned into a combination Meth Lab and Brothel. She was using the ghosts to scare of the police.
Not only did we solve the case, but I scored us VIP cards for the lounge area! Here Monkeyboy, this one already has your name on it, apparently you already have a tab running there.