I’m a supernatural and paranormal buff, and as such, I really, really love ghosts. One of my all-time favorite ghost shows is Ghost Adventures.
In my mind, these investigators are the best. They’re three guys, Zac, Nick, and Aaron, who have a bunch of scientific equipment and handheld cameras and go into super-haunted buildings (or “locations” because sometimes they’re not inside) to try to draw out evidence of the spirits that supposedly haunt various places around the world.
They don’t have big camera crews, they work in the dark, and they focus explicitly on the material they collect while they’re investigating. I love it and I still do.
Except the show terrifies me.
It’s not the only one, either. During October, I’m usually glued to the TV because they air all those shows about haunted homes or hotels or abandoned buildings or talk with psychics who go into these places — and I love all of this stuff. I watch it with abandon. To me, the paranormal and supernatural are fascinating and I can’t get enough.
Unless, of course, I’m the only one in the room. In that case, I tend to watch the show standing up. In the doorway. With all the lights in the house on.
If I have to leave to go into another room — presumably at night and presumably when everyone’s either upstairs or on the other side of the house — then I turn on every light along the way and race to get whatever I need to do.
If “leaving to go into another room” entails “falling asleep,” then I jump into bed, pull the covers up to my neck, and force myself to keep my eyes closed until morning.
Something creaks outside?
*It’s not a ghost, it’s not a ghost, it’s not a ghost*
Something creaks on the stairs?
Something creaks outside my room?
This happens every. single. time…but I still love ghost shows.
No, I don’t like being scared. I hate it. I just like ghost shows more than I hate being frightened of them. That, and I’m too curious to let the opportunity to hear about another haunting pass me by.
You know who enjoys being scared? Little H. She went to Witches Woods last year and even though she says she got scared a little bit, she also says it wasn’t hugely scary and she enjoyed herself. She says she wants to do better, to go somewhere spookier.
Me? I get freaked out watching those Travel Channel specials where they take you through the haunted house attractions. I watch the actors attack the tourists in some cases and panic.
That could be me, I think, my eyes wide, even though I’m indirectly watching the show from the corner of my eye. They could just go up to anyone and do that.
The idea sends chills up my spine.
I also get freaked out by watching stories about actual ghosts. Specials revolving around Lizzie Borden and others draw me in and then I have to have someone in the next room in order to finish them. I like them because the accounts of people who visit reaffirm things in my mind about the existence of ghosts. (Kind of like how people go and listen to things they believe in to remind themselves of how right they are. It’s comforting.)
Yes, I believe in ghosts, and yes, I’m aware of how wacky and ridiculous some of those shows are. I might even go so far as to say they’re all wacky.
They make for damn good TV, though.
I haven’t watched Ghost Adventures in a while — meaning I haven’t looked them up since maybe last Halloween. They had an Exorcist episode where they went to the house where the exorcism happened, the one that inspired the movie.
I was captivated, if slightly sheepish, since I was watching it with my non-believer mom in the room and she was trying to do something adult-like, such as paying bills or fussing with our fussy printer. I still like their old episodes, even though I can spot the issues in their narrations and cringe every time.
Since they got popular, though, they’ve taken a turn for the repetitive. They’ve also added things onto their crew that removes them from the original, DIY show they were. I liked that they kept things simple at first. In their drive and desire to go to longer lengths at proving ghosts exist, though, things got scientific. More machines mean the evidence feels less compelling.
This doesn’t mean I’ve dismissed ghosts completely from my life, only that I’ve momentarily outgrown my burning interest in them. By next Halloween, though, that desire to quench my supernatural thirst will have returned and I’ll indulge myself.
Of course, I’ll be indulging from the safety of the closest well-lit room. One can never be too careful.
What show(s) do you watch that you probably really should just not be watching anymore?