I love ghosts and all things scary. Well, I guess I should say I love creepy, eerie, paranormally scary things (wow, the spellchecker okays “paranormally”! That’s a new one. Though, it didn’t like “spellchecker.” HILARIOUS.), for I certainly don’t like global warming, John McCain, or weird, gross cysts.
But I LOVES me some paranormal activity! Oddly, I never got into every para-nerd’s fave, The X-Files (though I concede the one about the incest family was some amazing, gnarly shit), but my formative years were shaped by The Twilight Zone, the Poltergeist films, and every Stephen King book I could get my hands on. Most of all, I love hearing about real-life scary stuff, like when someone knocked on my flat’s door while I was living in London, then vanished without a trace when I opened it. I know this doesn’t sound all that weird, but keep in mind I was living at the top of a rickety old building with loud, creaky stairs, and that I opened the door mere seconds after the knock… shouldn’t I have at least heard the knocker going back down the stairs, giggling to themselves with glee in the wake of their clever knock-and-run trick? It sure raised the hair on my neck at the time.
Anyone who reads this should share a real-life ghost story in the comment field. I eat ‘em up like candy and will reward you with my eternal love and affection (as long as you don’t show me any cysts or vote for John McCain). In fact, I’m wishing now our bonus point opp had asked for quizzers to share their ghost stories last night… I would have had enough scary, chocolaty nuggets to chew on for weeks!
Anyway I dally because yesterday was just another easy ol’ fun night at the Belmont Inn and wasn’t scary at all. Like fellow quizmaster Carly pointed out at Biddy’s, it seems that paranormal activity brings out the best names from our Pub Quizzers. Tonight I had “Prognosis: Nutsack,” “Who You Gonna Call? Ghost-Buttplugs,” and, in an unprecedented name alteration that I have not witnessed in all my months at the Belmont, “Boomshanka” shifted to “ZOOL-shanka”! Yeah!
And Uriah Heepy won, in a very close quiz that had several of the twelve teams vying for victory all the way to the end. Good job guys. I don’t know if you’re referencing the band or the David Copperfield character, or why you’ve put the “y” consonant at the end of your name, but I’m happy for your success.
BOO!
I was kicked in the ass on the way out of the Shanghai Tunnels here in Portland. It was hard pat, right on my tail bone. The person behind me was not in arm or legs’ reach of me. Freaky ass shit.
When I was just 16 I bought an old dilapidated car…she was a faded red with just a hint of the beauty she might once have been…oddest thing happened when I woke up the next morning she looked better, almost like she had rejuvenated over night…from there things only got weirder, until finally everyone I knew and loved was warning me about the car and strange things were happening to me as well.
Yeah, I read to much Stephen King in my youth as well. The only paranormal activity I have seen over the years seems to by my family. And on occasion, a drunken PQ’er.
Salute! And FYI—I’m a total X-files geek.
Ever heard that great song by Bree Sharp professing her love for David Duchovny?
A small blurb that often fills my heart whlist pining away to the X-files :
“David Duchovny I want you to love me, to kiss and to hug me
Debreif and debug me, David Duchovny I know you could love me
I’m sweet and I’m cuddly, I’m gonna kill SCULLY!”