I love awesomely terrible horror movies that are so bad they're good. They're great to watch any time of year!
I love magically delicious loaded-with-sugar candies that are so bad they're good. They're great to eat any time of year!
My favorite Halloween memory did not occur on Halloween, but is still spooky as heck. Thus, I will share the tale of how I, a skeptic, became a believer- a believer in ghosts.
I went on a creepy pub crawl in Saint Augustine with some friends about a month ago. The crawl involved a tour of haunted bars and tales of ghosts in the area. We were given EMF readers to help detect the presence of electricity and were promised they would go off in places they shouldn't, thus proving the existence of a spirit. Sadly we detected nothing. Disappointed, I asked the guide to tell us where the "real" ghosts were.
And I did not regret it.
Our tour guide told us that people have reported spirits at a playground near the lighthouse- some have seen aberrations of two girls in the night, others hear them laughing. Naturally, we drove to the park as soon as the crawl ended. We poked around and witnessed nothing, so we hopped on the swing set for a minute. I said aloud as I sat on my swing, "If any child is here, I want you to know that you are safe and we aren't going to hurt you. We are friendly people. In fact, if you'd like to push me on this swing, you may." I was hoping to feel a push, but nothing happened. I felt nothing.
Disappointed yet again, we jumped off the swing set started to head back to the house. On our way to the car, I took one last look at the park and noticed something... odd. Something that should not have been. My friend's swing had stopped swinging, as it should have by this time.
But my swing.
Ohh my swing was still