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| My friend, Marion, and me: BEFORE we were scared silly. |
A half-dozen celebrity ghost-hunters, 175 practicing amateurs and aficionados, and one paranormal virgin enter a haunted prison.
Oh, you're waiting for the punch line? No joke: This was one weird and eerie experience.
As a newbie who entered the old Mansfield Reformatory last night out of curiosity--being somewhat open-minded but fairly skeptical--I left there early the next morning thinking anything is possible.
Was there possibly staged or only imagined paranormal activity? Yes, indeed. Was there more to it? Hmm.
Strange voices who audibly answered our questions via "spirit boxes"? Check. An unexplained "orb" in a totally dark cellar? Check. Two knocks when the three of us asked in the same empty cellar for a spirit to tap on the pipes? Check.
A paranormal virgin and one of her best friends, clenching each other's arms in fear? Oh, HELL yes.
Who can say what can be easily accounted for and what might really exist, even if not so easily explained? Surely not me. Not now.
After our ghost-hunting experience, what clearly remains for my friend, Marion, and me are some creepy photos, a weird recording, and a couple welts we inflicted on each others' arms. Proof enough that it was one crazy and creepy night.
I ain't afraid of no ghosts.
Just the ones who might truly exist--and scare the living shit out of me.
Oh, you're waiting for the punch line? No joke: This was one weird and eerie experience.
As a newbie who entered the old Mansfield Reformatory last night out of curiosity--being somewhat open-minded but fairly skeptical--I left there early the next morning thinking anything is possible.
Was there possibly staged or only imagined paranormal activity? Yes, indeed. Was there more to it? Hmm.
Strange voices who audibly answered our questions via "spirit boxes"? Check. An unexplained "orb" in a totally dark cellar? Check. Two knocks when the three of us asked in the same empty cellar for a spirit to tap on the pipes? Check.
A paranormal virgin and one of her best friends, clenching each other's arms in fear? Oh, HELL yes.
Who can say what can be easily accounted for and what might really exist, even if not so easily explained? Surely not me. Not now.
After our ghost-hunting experience, what clearly remains for my friend, Marion, and me are some creepy photos, a weird recording, and a couple welts we inflicted on each others' arms. Proof enough that it was one crazy and creepy night.
I ain't afraid of no ghosts.
Just the ones who might truly exist--and scare the living shit out of me.
Believer or not so much? Any paranormal experiences you can share?
Just one impossible precognitive dream, and sadly, not one which starred Tina Fey.
ReplyDeleteBluz: You're really going to tease me with "one impossible precognitive dream"?
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