Ghost Hunters

I was in my office fooling around on the computer, and Cowgrit was in the den watching television. She came and got me to go sit down with her and watch something: Ghost Hunters.

We’ve both watched a few episodes of this show over the past year or so, and we both came to the agreement that it’s a waste of time. The teaser commercials make it look like the episode will show something scary or at least definitive, but the actual episode rarely catches anything truly interesting.

But this episode she happen to catch turned up having several bits of possible ghost activity on video. I sat with her and watched the rest of the show, but ironically, the good stuff had already been shown, so I saw nothing but them talking about the stuff they recorded. Then another episode of GH came on, and we sat together and watched it, too.

This second episode had the TAPS team in Tombstone, Arizona — a place we visited together many years ago. This location is the only thing that tempted me to continue watching.

While watching this show, we had all the lights in the house off (the boys were in bed, asleep). This show, even when nothing happens, can be creepy and scary as hell. Especially when you’re sitting in a dark house, yourself. The team members are hanging around in a dark place, shadows playing about the walls, and the show plays eerie music and effects. (Usually the show audio and editing is much more scary than what the TAPS team finds.)

We got to talking about the TAPS team, and other paranormal investigators. They must all either have nerves of steel, or they have absolutely no imagination.

I could never stay overnight in a suspected haunted location. My imagination is far stronger than my nerves. I may be in a perfectly safe place, but my mind can create all sorts of Really Bad Things out of thin air. I’d imagine hearing or seeing something, soil myself, and end up running screaming from the house like a little girl.

I’d love to ask these paranormal investigators how they’re able to keep their calm in a haunting situation. If they believe in the paranormal, how can it not scare the crap out of them? I think I’d rather spend an hour in a live battlefield than spend an hour in a suspected haunted house. I can deal with real stuff, but the maybe-real stuff squigs me out.

Bullgrit