‘F’ ghost hunting. ‘F’ it right in the butt with a big rubber ‘D’

You know all the TV shows that glamorize the exploration into the mystical supernatural relm? Catch phrasing the process of finding ghosts. You know? Ever see the TV show Supernatural? Did you catch the episodes with the ghost hunting group calling themselves ‘Ghost Facers’? I think it was in season 3. It was pretty funny in contrast to the main story arc. However, the Supernatural TV show pretty much nailed the ghost hunting genre as a spoof. In reality, ghost hunting reality tv shows are a scam. All setup and planned out from the get go. Using scattered facts and scarce haunting sites as a back drop to try and scare/entertain the audience. Like most all “reality shows”.

The real paranormal research groups are nothing like what tv portrays. Especially back in the 80’s and 90’s. I had been a case examiner for a stent and got asked to join a close friend and her partner on a few “house calls”. Basic interview and location tour with the home owners. Very boring and sometimes a little creepy. But normally, according to my friend, nothing ever happens. Mostly because the home owners are just superstitious and want the “peace of mind”. My friend is a clairvoyant and her partner is a physicist. My friend thought it would be an interesting experience since I am naturally empathic.

Back then, I tried to avoid weird $#!+ whenever possible. And it took her a few weeks to weed me down to actually help out.

By the second house visit, I was convinced these people paying to have their houses cleansed were getting scammed. My friend assured me that most of it was just a way that the home owners wanted to feel safe. They actually were told that most of the time the things that go “bump in the night” have nothing to do with anything supernatural. They still gave their money freely.

Then there was the third house. That house was a d!ck wagon of f’ no. Right when we entered it was like walking into a dry bleached gray zone of stale. The longer I was in that place, the more weak I felt. The actual interview with the homeowners was heartbreaking. They lost their son to a kitchen fire a few years ago and had just finished remodeling a few months prior. I was baffled that they were still living there. When they took us on the tour through the house, things just got more ominous. I was starting to get nervous because things were way too muffled and quiet. Rooms have a natural echo and reverberation that gives you a sense of space. NONE of the rooms in the house had any kind of echo. It was like we were all in a sound booth. Granted, this experience was only coming from me.

Until we heard a child laughing and running around downstairs. Yeah, they only had that one kid, and he had passed. That’s when I said, “nope” out loud, and left my friend and her partner. Right when I past the kitchen I got touched on my back, and from that point, my adrenaline kicked in. I ran to the front door and left the property to go wait by the car.

It took them about an hour and a half more to finish cleansing the house. When they came out we had our debrief. I shared my experience and both of them only confirmed hearing the child. They said they would be coming back a couple more times but that the occurrences in the house should stop after that.

But oh no. This wasn’t the end of it. Whatever touched me in that house, followed me back to my friend’s house. When we got inside I went to sit down and wait for her to serve us lunch. That’s when the freaky shit started to happen. Child laughter started to echo through the down stairs and my shirt and pants began to be tugged on. When I stood up the tugging got more forceful. Trying to get me toword the front door as the child laughing was all around me. My friend screamed from the kitchen, which made me even more freaked out. My body seemed to be giving into fear and allowing all the tugging on my clothes to pull me to the front door. That is when my friend came running and grabbed me in a bear hug. She was franticly whispering something behind my back and held me firm so I wouldn’t move. After about two minutes the laughing stopped. So did the incessant tugging on my clothes.

We both polished off two bottles of wine that afternoon. She said she didn’t hear any laughing. But she heard me scream bloody murder in her head. Which made her scream in response. I informed her I would not be joining her on another house cleansing. EVER.

Almost a month later my friend called me with an update on the last house I visited. The disturbances had stopped and she wanted us to have lunch soon so she could tell me about what happened that afternoon. (I had refused to even acknowledge that whole event up until that point. Didn’t want to talk about it with her or anyone until the whole “job” was finished.)

Long drawn out explanation to the short… The entity that was “haunting” the house thought I was their parent and wanted me to come back to the house. It had got very upset that evening and things got worst for the home owners. But only for that night. My friend told me that I was like a beacon in that house and for the entity. That even the homeowners were a little upset that I left and didn’t come back.

Here is my HUGE inquiry that I got out of this whole experience. Who in their right mind looses a child and stays in the very house that the child was lost? This was a well adjusted married couple. At least this was the impression I got during the interview. Did they believe that hearing their son playing in the house and moving things around was normal?

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the actual reason why the homeowners called my friend and her partner to cleanse their house in the first place. It wasn’t because they were being haunted by their late son. Which had been going on for almost a year up to that point. It was the fact that “their son” started blowing out the pilot light on their new oven and turning on the gas so it would fill the whole bottom floor of the house. Yeah!!!! That was their reason. Not the laughing, playing, or moving of furnishings. It was the ghost trying to blow up the house! Wut-the-f#^< Casper?!

You would think, maybe it is time to move. Right? To not die in the same house your late son was accidentally killed?

This is just me of course. I can’t relate to losing a child or owning a house where I had lost a child. But isn’t this whole scenario a bit beyond normal? Were they just jaded by the loss?

Side note: Probably not a good idea to install ANOTHER gas stove in your house when the first gas stove destroyed your former kitchen, took your child from this mortal plain, and is now being haunted by an entity that knows how to make stoves blow up… Just a thought.

Here’s another question. If one does pass on and becomes a ghost. Are they still them? Do they think like we humans think? Or do they just react as a reflex from memory? And how would that even work? Doesn’t the brain make all that possible. You don’t have a brain when you’re a ghost… Could it be something else entirely that adopts what once was living?

Great. That’s a new Lovecraft nightmare train of thought I wasn’t expecting to start thinking about.

Thanks a lot brain. You @$$#°<€.