When I saw the topic this week, I did a little, “Uh oh.” The question was if we’d ever visited a house that was reportedly haunted. This would be the shortest blog post ever because my answer would be a quick, “NO!” Now y’all might have gathered that I talk a big game, but certain things bring out the wuss in me. I don’t watch scary movies and I don’t even visit staged “haunted houses”. I don’t think there was some traumatic event that happend to me as a kid at one, but I’ve never found them fun. It’s just not my thing. Maybe if I’d actually had a boyfriend in high school who would have taken me to those places just so I’d hold his hand a little tighter or jump into his arms so he could save me from whatever ugly scary thing just freaked the bejeezus out of me, that would be one thing. But nope. No boyfriend. No ugly scary things (aside from a few pimples popping out right before a baton contest). And no haunted or not-so-haunted houses.
As an adult, I’ve found the real world plenty scary enough (see last week’s blog on my stalker). I generally blaze through life and while I may act like things don’t faze me, I also don’t purposely seek out things that I know will cause me sleepless nights. When the Navy hubby is gone, I tend to check all the doors multiple times to make sure they’re locked. I remind myself that houses make creaky sounds, and I certainly don’t decide that it’s a good time to spend an evening watching horror movies all night long. But I’ll make an exception for “Ghostbusters.” One, it’s not a horror movie even though it deals with paranormal out for vengeance and two, it makes me laugh. Plus Bill Murray pretty much nails the priorities of public servants when he’s trying to convince the mayor on why he should let the Ghostbusters do their thing. “Lenny….you will have saved the lives of millions of registered voters.” Enjoy the clip!