Ghost Stories I Love

Ghosts...love 'em or fear 'em, there is a lot written about them.

Here is a favorite passage from A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens.

Language between Jacob Marley and Scrooge:

'What evidence would you have of my reality beyond that of your senses?' 'I don't know,' said Scrooge. 'Why do you doubt your senses?' 'Because,' said Scrooge, 'a little thing affects them. A slight disorder of the tomach makes them cheats. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!'

Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870.

A Christmas Carol Electronic Text Center,

University of Virginia Library.

etext.virginia.edu/toc/modeng/public/DicChri.html

Ghost Hunters Makes No Sense

What bugs me about Ghost Hunters and most of the ghosthunting genre is this: The hunters go hunting at night. Sheesh. In a haunted house, a truly haunted house, you get a feeling about it during the day as well. You get animals reacting to entities. You get bunches of clues about something, someone being there. Sheesh.