Okay, not really stormy. Just wicked windy.
The husband went out to see a friend.
It’s 10:21 pm and I’ve been watching “Ghost Hunters” since 8:00.
They’re doing the Copper Queen Hotel investigation right now.
I can’t move. Can’t go pee. Certainly can’t go into the basement and get my laundry.
If my cat sneezes I might have a heart attack.
Seriously. Why do I do this to myself?
Pokes her head out of lurkdom to say:
I’m right there with you–every Wednesday night. Except I have a dog who suddenly starts barking for no apparent reason at unseen objects every freaking time the show comes on. I stay paranoid for DAYS. LOL
I usually do okay, with a few exceptions:
The prostitute pulling the covers off Grant’s feet in the Copper Queen Hotel.
The Jawa-looking, darting shadow in the cellar of some…bar?
The thermo-image of the psychic reading which showed the reader drawing in the readee’s energy.
The EVP’s always freak me out. I can handle almost all the image stuff, but the voices…
Now it’s 9:44 am, I’m alone and have goosebumps that would make K2 proud.
I can’t watch The Shining by myself. Doesn’t matter that I’ve seen it five times, I still can’t watch it alone, even with all the lights on. :baby:
omg I can’t stand the EVPs either.
Which reminds me I have a free read to finish.
I don’t even know what an EVP is, but I’m with you on scary shows (or even books) and not moving to go pee. :hide:
EVP is…electronic voice phenomena? I think that’s it.
They have audio equipment that records and sometimes when they play it back you can hear a voice responding to the investigators’ questions. Or a woman humming. Or a man muttering. Or, after Jason was lying in the bed of a little girl with an “imaginary friend”, said imaginary friend saying into the microphone “Who’s Jason?”.
Freaky stuff. :hide: