It’s funny really. I spend a lot of time watching shows about haunted houses. Between horror movies (which I adore) and ghost hunting shows, you’d think I could handle a haunting. But any time I think about that stuff happening to, or around me, I get the frissons and I want to cry.
I admit it, I’m a big talker. I grew up listening to haunted house stories. My mom lived in a lot of older houses as a child. From a former plantation converted into apartments to an old house in the swamp, she had stories that could make your hair curl. So yeah, I never really wanted to go into a real haunted house. The one time I went to an amusement haunted house was when Pontchartrain Beach Amusement Park was open. Hello, that was a long time ago. I don’t remember being scared in the haunted house, but then I was so young if I was scared, I blocked it from my memory.
Sure, I have my ghost stories like my brother’s radio that would come on by itself in the middle of the day and turn itself off. I thought it was on a timer. I didn’t know until years later that it was one of those really cheap deals you had to physically slide a switch to turn on.
Or when I used to DJ for my college radio station until midnight. There was a window facing the hall from the DJ booth. I guess so people could see how cool it was to be on air. Most of the time, my shifts happened when the building was empty and I swear it felt as though I was being watched through that window. Don’t even get me started on the unavoidable trips to the bathroom in the middle of my shift. You’d hear people walking or talking around you and no one was there. Yeah, Danica does not like that. At all.
So Happy Halloween. If you like ghosties and haunted houses, I hope you get to find them. Me? I’ll be staying in my house with my animals in the hopes they’ll see the dead people before I do.