Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Real Life of Ghost Hunters

Ghost Hunting. It's sexy, right?

It's about this sexy--15 pounds of Hummer utility vest filled with equipment, even when it's 115 outside and the gig has no air-conditioning.

Oh, it gets sexier. I get to sit in a place and be absolutely quiet for hours on end in the darkness with no toilet.

Sometimes, I wish it were like this -

Me, a utility belt with cool gadgets that actually definitively work to detect a ghost, and some nice pumps....

How about the hours of reviewing audio and video? The clients who are hearing voices speaking to them when they are off their meds? No, wait, I know--the expression on people's faces when you mention your pass time involves searching for the unknown.

I'm okay with all of this. It's not sexy, though I give it an effort to rock the vest with my best buddy, Julie.

It's hot, sticky, freezing, uncomfortable, boring as hell, mind numbing, and upon occasion it produces the very thing that I chase--genuine phenomena. It's freaking worth it, but sure as hell ain't sexy.


  1. I find it rather sexy. Your huge vest and pockets filled with equipment sitting in the dark.

  2. You got that right, Sista, but it is fun most of the time.

  3. Your legs... wow... Big sis, how do I get legs like that???

  4. Lil Sis-it's cause I am tall, that's all.

  5. I went ghost hunting once against my will. Didn't find out the place was haunted until we got there... it was like an old decrepit resort. I refused to stay in my room. It was so scary I slept in the car.