Well, I'm still busy, but I feel like I need to post something. So this week's topic is ghostly encounters, or spooky experiences anybody might have had. I think everybody, even people who don't believe in ghosts, have probably had one or two unexplained experiences. For instance, my friend Dimitri, who repeatedly swore he didn't believe in ghosts at all, still told me about a time when he went to get a drink in the night (he was 18 or 19) and there was an old lady knitting in his living room rocking chair. The lady looked like the woman who died in the house before his family moved in. Anyway, whenever he told this story, he would say that he knew it was a ghost, but whenever I asked him if he believed in ghosts, he would say no. I'm not telling this story well. Maybe I'll give him the heads up that he made a cameo in this blog and he can retell it in the comments.
My ghost story isn't as weird. When I was a kid, I thought I saw car lights through my bedroom window. When I looked outside, there was just this orange ball of light moving down the street. It turned into our driveway, and then it vanished.
That story sucks.
When we were kids, my friends and I used to have an elaborate, imaginary group of ghosts we said lived in the woods behind my house. (The head ghost was named Evil Ghost [clever], then there was the Red Lady, the Dead Lady, and some others I forget). Although I think we all knew it was just make believe, there were still places in that forest that freaked me out. For instance, there was this place in the woods that always just felt kind of weird, and one day all of the trees had their bark ripped off. Which I guess could have been done by an animal. But you know.
Anyway, my post sucks. Maybe others will have better ghost stories to tell?
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Whenever I think of ghosts I think of you, Glenn.
And I'll just abstain this week, so as not to offend anyone.
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Sneer all you want at what was probably the best game of our childhood (it was way better than Glenn and the Jets, which was largely confined to the swing set), but I think the most imaginative thing I've done since those days is make a shitty bong out of a Troll doll and a Foster's can. And speaking of hitting the drugs really hard, the head ghost was named Horrorghost, you sarcastic ass. Jeez.
What was the coolest thing about it was that we all knew it wasn't real, but we still consistently spoke and acted like it was. It wasn't like we turned the game "on" or "off." I mean, sure we got most of our ideas from watching the Ghostbusters cartoon show (I always wanted a copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide, and I was sad to find out that it doesn't exist), but it was fun, spontaneous, good exercise, and I think my present day interest in the magic, the occult, the supernatural, etc. has its roots in that game.
Before reading hemit's post (seriously, what happened to cthulhu? *I* am The Hermit, dammit!) I was picturing you and Chip doing this in the Lake City Country Club - which, let's be honest, isn't that scary. (Unless you drive out past the radio station to that creepy compund.)
Yeah, I thought of the country club first, too. I was relieved to realize we were actually reading about something that happened in Canada.
Cthulhu was giving me the bad jiggers. Hermit is supposed to be only temporary, but I've been digging it so far. It's a better tarot card to attach oneself to than Death, whose number is 13, and it's my birthday card too (according to some numbering systems).
The woods behind Glenn's house were kinda scary. The whole subdivision was brand new back in the day, so there were vacant lots, dirt piles and stuff lying around. Now the woods have been cut back and the dirt road isn't there any more.
They say you can never go home again. I guess that's not true if you grew up in a strip mall.
Oh, man, I can't believe I got Horrorghost's name wrong. That's terrible.
Even though we didn't really ever believe any of that ghost stuff, I still think those woods were pretty scary. But I always felt like it was a right for us kids to go back in them. I remember once when my mother told me (after years of exploring the woods) that I was never actually allowed to go in the woods I thought it was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. Why wouldn't we be allowed? They were us kids' woods.
No offense, dude, but your um, orange ball ghost story...that was totally a dream. No way will I ever believe otherwise.
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