Thursday, July 12, 2007

Things That Go Step In The Night

My #1 son has decided that he wants to be a ghostbuster. I can't see it. I think it is the technology drawing him in, the heat sensors and mini DV recorders, and those EVP thingies. Because that boy is the biggest scaredy cat I've ever seen. I might as well call him My Little Chicken, since I already have a Little Pony. Last night, as we were watching Ghost Hunters in the Mansion basement, just a few paces from where that headless man appeared to me a couple years ago...he said, "That would be the coolest job in the world." I told him he would never make it through the first night. He would run out, screaming like a schoolgirl.

Speaking of school...the boy wants to have his newspaper staff stay in the school at night and report what they find. There are rumors of noises in the gym, people that aren't people walking through the library, voices calling your name, etc. He doesn't want to stay the whole night, just a couple hours after dark, with the lights out. I don't think the schoolrunners would go for it, but if a sponsor asked, and the kids had faculty supervision at all times, they might be able to swing it. Not me. I don't go into a dark school at night unless it is part of my job. My haunted school experience elsewhere has made a believer out of me. And those Ghost Hunter guys who ask for the 'spirits' to give them a sign are asking for it, by cracky. I would be saying, "Just let me finish up and get out of here, and then y'all can go back to foolin' around. I promise not to tell people you are here." I would not make a good Ghost Hunter. And neither would my #1 son.

The boy is afraid of his own shadow. Or his brother's shadow. In fact, just an hour after watching Ghost Hunters, he came downstairs to say goodnight. He said, "When I was in my room, changing into my pajamas, I saw a white blur go by my door. It was about this high (3-4 feet). I thought it was #2, in his white shirt, going to the bathroom. It went in the bathroom door, and I heard peeing. But he didn't come out. I went in there to wash my face, and the bathroom was empty. So then I though he came out and hid in his room, but it was empty. He was on the living room couch, asleep. LISTEN!"

We heard walking upstairs, in the kitchen area. I hear it every night. I always assume it is HH or #1. The boy said, "I never get up at night." Yeah. I heard that noise when they were both gone to the baseball game one night, too. Let's face it. I have always lived in a house where we hear walking upstairs, ever since I was in 7th grade and we moved into our new house across the road from a cemetery. A cemetery called the HillbillyMom'sMaidenName Cemetery. As long as somebody is home, I just pretend that it's them, like I always did, and it doesn't spook me. The boy didn't want to go back upstairs. "Come with me, Mom. Just to the stairs." Nope. Mr. Ghost Hunter was on his own. He did not like the idea, but he liked even less the idea of falling asleep on the couch, and me leaving him there overnight. This from a boy who spent about 2 years sleeping down there. Now he has heard the footsteps, and had a change of heart.

Don't be looking for the Hillbilly boy on TV any time soon.


Stewed Hamm said...

Well if we can't call either one of you, who are we gonna call?

MrsCoach2U said...

Why anyone wants a sign from the beyond is,well, beyond me. My office has a cultural center (party room, pow-wow place, whatever you call it) attached to it and they have tribal funerals there, they leave the bodies over there and someone stays with them. CREEPY! If you come in the building at night you can hear soft drumming from other part of the building once in a while, therefore I don't come in the building......

Redneck. Diva. said...


Our little old lady ghost only throws toys and stuff across the room to make us all go EEEEEEEEEE!!!! Paul saw her shadow once, walking through the living room and down the hall, but he just thought someone had broken into the house and got his gun. Poor little old lady ghost - if she wasn't already dead, I bet she'd have had a heart attack seeing him stalk through the house throwing open doors and pointing his gun. Ghosts have it so rough sometimes.

I actually have played with the EVPs, I'm sure you remember my insanity, right? It's scary exciting!

Just A Girl said...

We love Ghosthunters. I am scared to death of everything but come Wednesday night, I am glued to the tv. I seriously doubt it has anything to do with my minor crush on Steve and Grant.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Call Redneck Diva. She lets that dead old lady throw toys around her house.

The body with an attendant wouldn't bother me, because it is real. The imaginary drumming would freak me the freak out!

I can't remember what you heard on the EVPs. Please link it, or write about it again, because I want to be scared out of my wits.

I totally see the Grant thing, but Steve is a bit too illustrated for me. Not that there's anything wrong with's just not my cup of tea.