I've been watching a show called "Most Haunted" on the Travel Channel the last couple of weeks. I tuck the kids in bed, and curl up on the couch, watching with rapt attention as a crew of 'paranormal investigators' emotes their way through a night in a 'haunted' location. It doesn't matter to me if the show is a little hokey. The reactions of the people to the environment and the 'events' are fun to watch.
My fascination with the supernatural has a long history, stretching back into my first, self-aware memories. From an early age, I devoured ghost stories. First came children's books like Georgie, and cartoons like Casper. As I moved into fourth, fifth, sixth grades, I devoured young adult books with a supernatural theme. Zilpha Keatley Snyder was one of my all-time favorites, although I read plenty of others. Something about mysterious happenings and puberty seems to mesh well. Heh.
The irony here (and there is always irony with me, isn't there?) is that I hate being scared. HATE. I cannot appreciate slasher films, for both the gore and the jumpy moments. I don't like things jumping out at me, and I don't like the feeling of my skin crawling or the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
Of course, I happened to give birth to three people who think that leaping out at me and/or making sudden noises is the height of hilarity. At least twice a week I am launched through the roof by some random sound or shocking visual. At least I'm not ticklish. I can totally trump them on that.
Anyway, back to the whole "Most Haunted" thing. I love the psychic guy the best, because he always throws out these little random things that crack me up. Come to think of it, so does that John Edwards guy. The spirits apparently have very specific, very trivial information that they insist the medium share.
Makes me wonder what sort of spirit I might become. I mean, assuming that I become a spirit. What banalities will I feel compelled to share from beyond the grave? Gymbucks are expiring! It's PSL time! Change the air freshener cartridge! Make a dental appointment! Oooooh!
I'm cracking myself up here.
I've only once had what could be described as an 'experience.' I was staying overnight at a house that was across the street from a graveyard. As I lay in bed, I saw a white light that moved across the room in a very deliberate way. There was no source for this light, none that I could see. Hairs on the back of my neck? Way, way up.
But that was it.
I had a point somewhere back when I started this entry, but I've lost it.
Further proof that I'll be the most boring ghost ever, just hanging around rambling, killing time until I remember what the heck was so important I was compelled to make contact in the first place.
*editing to add* I just remembered! Okay, not what I was talking about in the first place, but I just remembered the old record we had growing up of "Halloween Sounds" on one side and on the other, it was a "Tale of Horror" or something. It involved a guy inheriting an old mansion, and a broken down car, and a ghost who repeated "Have you seen my baby? Has anyone seen my baby?" in a really bad, fake southern drawl. Ahahahaha! "Ha-ays yannie one see-un mah-yuh bayeebee?" Oh man.
We used to listen to the story and mock it, and then flip it over and listen to the sound effects. Screaming! Sobbing! Screeching! Falling Screaming!
The piece de resistance was the groan, which sounded like someone who was really trying to take a giant poop. That was the favorite, and the most played 'effect' on the record.
***Edited again to add*** Oh Happy Day! They still make it! Halloween Horrors. Bwahahahahaha! I can't tell you how many hours I spent pouring over that cover art. Oooooooh! I'm buying a copy right now.