Okay, I don't know about you guys, but I am hooked to ghost shows.
Not the kind of shit, where there are a bunch of actors running around screaming because a supernatural force has come back from beyond the grave to take it's revenge on their family. I mean shows like "Ghost Hunters" and "Celebrity Paranormal Project."
Now, I'm sitting there tonight drinking a beer, writing a study guide for class (blah), and watching "Celebrity Paranormal Project" when it hit me: Why can't I do something like this?
Oh, wait a minute . . .I know why.
Because I'd be the ass to hear an unearthly noise coming from the other side of the room and go running after it.Leaving everyone else to wonder, "Where the hell did Ember go?"
Then there's the adrenaline issue.
I just saw Kimberly Caldwell on CPP tonight, yeah. She is in the rec room all by herself when a ghost starts whispering in her ear.
What does she do?
She freaks out. And when I say freaks out, I mean FREAKS OUT. Screaming, crying, calling for her partner's name, frozen stiff (whoops!), the works.
Her partner, Evan Farmington by the way, comes running to her. She calms down enough to tell him what happened, he asks her if she wants to leave. She says, "Yeah . . ."
Um . . . if that had been me I probably would have said, "No. No, leave the room. I want to see if it does it again."
What the hell does that say about me?
I just sat there screaming for them to go back while waving my beer around.
My question: Now that you know a vice of mine, what is one of yours? I really want to know.
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