God I love Halloween... Pumpkin #1... I got this idea somewhere on the net.. it didn't really turn out like the original, but I think it's better anyway..
To whoever came up with Celebrity Paranormal Project... I tip my imaginary hat to you, sir. I'm almost ashamed to admit I thought it couldn't get any better than 'I love the 80's'... oh but it can. Yes.
Haunted places.... weird camera angles... the trainwreck that is Gary Busey... Now that's a recipe for quality entertainment.
and I have to say.. All the times I've gone ghosthunting, things that happened, things that we saw (ask me sometime about my flashlight dying in the Carroll house, or the shadow at Woodland, or the ghost we taped at St. Mary's... OOOoo, I nearly forgot the time a friend screamed like a 5 year old girl while we hauled ass out of Woodland.. Ah, to hell with asking me about that one.. I'll tell it in a minute)... I could never have done any of that crap by myself..nooooo way.
these people definitely have guts. I can respect that.
My only problem with this show, and the only problem I ever had with Mtv Fear, was the kind of stuff they have these people doing. It's one thing to go to places like this to observe, but automatic writing? Asking spirits to take over your body??!! What?! Are you CRAZY??!! Trained professionals hardly do that stuff.. It's just asking for trouble if you don't know what you're doing, and pretty disrespectful to boot.
Don't be fooled by my rant though, I'm not trained, I don't profess to know what I'm doing at any given time in any given situation, and I suppose it could be argued that my reasons for ghosthunting would be asking for trouble (reasons being entertainment, with a side of legit investigation, and a generous sprinkling of fear). BUT, I've never been disrespectful to whoever or whatever was there... that's a bad situation, or an equally bad B-movie just waiting to happen.
Still.. It's a good enough show to inspire another one of my useless, rambling blogs. I'll definitely be tuning in next week. Anybody wanna bet on whether or not the king of exercise infomercials, Mr. Tony Little himself, is gonna squeal like a woman?? Don't get me wrong, I love Tony Little... I watch his infomercials, I even bought a Gazelle Freestyle (aka 'the gazelle coat rack'), but 10 bucks says he'll be hitting the high notes before the evening's through.
Alright, on to the story... God, I'm like an old woman.. If any of you were actually hearing this in person, I'm sure it would be accompanied by stale cookies and ribbon candy, and I dare say, maybe some catfood pate on ritz crackers... Ooo how posh, how... ritzy!
So anyway, picture it. Creepy cemetery.. Late at night. Trish and her cousin in the front seat, nameless male friend and myself in the back. A little background on Mr. Nameless.. Or as I'd rather call him, Corporal McWussy. At the time, he was one of our good friends, but always the one talking about all the scary stuff he'd seen, haunted places he'd been to.. You know, the 'I'm-the-encyclopedia-on-all-things-occult-nothing-scares-me' type.
I almost forgot.. I was setting up the scene. Sorry! Back on track!
I would mention a creepy fog rolling in, but frankly, I don't remember there being any, and it would've only served to make the scene scary, and make the actions of the McWuss more socially acceptable.
So we park in the cemetery, and just sit there in silence.. Watching, waiting for something to happen (which it always did before.. You'd be suprised)... and it just so happened that night, there wasn't anything going on. No creepiness. Nada. So we decide to leave. Start up the car, snail it thru the cemetery as not to attract any unwanted attention, when all of a sudden, I hear this noise behind me.. Like a little kid talking. I froze, asked everyone if they heard it, which of course they didn't. (Yeah.. I'm *that* character.. The first to hear anything.. The one who's laughed at, only to die first and be believed later... but I digress). So the noise starts up again, that time everyone heard it.. And then all at once it was me screaming, Trish and her cousin screaming, me basically adhering myself to McWuss for protection, and Trish's cousin stomping the gas... then strangely, I noticed that it wasn't us screaming so much anymore, as it was Corporal McWussy. and honest to god, screaming like he had morphed into a little girl. Long story shorter, our 'ghost' ended up being a Sesame Street toy that belonged to her cousin's little boy. It was in the trunk behind my seat.. I was sure if we opened it up, there wouldn't have been any batteries there, but for some reason, her cousin was against checking it out. Needless to say, the drive home was a bit tense.
We don't hang out with The Corporal anymore.. And no, it's not necessarily because he screams like a girl.
Here's a great tip. Don't be fake... it's the quickest way to end up humiliating yourself. If you're a nerd, be a proud nerd.. If you get scared easily, who cares! there's nothing wrong with that! If you scream like a girl, I won't laugh at you (unless you deserve it!). If you like Air Supply, great, so do I.
BUT..... If you're gonna act like a badass, have the grapes to back it up!
oh yeah, and watch Celebrity Paranormal Project!
FIN!!! <3
yeah, I named the kitten Binx.
and now he's dying
probably the saddest thing about watching this little creature die, is the fact that he's still purring.
