(Due to unforeseen circumstances, the discussion of The Wind in the Door will take place next Tuesday, October 2nd.)
My husband recently came home. “Guess what?” he said. “They’re having a paranormal party!”
“They’re having a what?” I said.
“A paranormal party.”
“And what is that?”
“I don’t know,” he said.
The next day he’d done some research. “They’re having it at the mansion,” he said. “There’ll be a team of ghost hunters, and they’ll have an equipment talk and demonstration, and then everyone’s invited to do a ghost sweep of the mansion. This is awesome. Let’s do it.”
“No,” I said. “Are you kidding me?”
He stared at me. “I don’t understand. You love those ghost hunting programs.”
Normally, Squiders, I love to try new things. And I do love ghost stories and ghost hunting programs. But I’ve been a bit edgy about ghosts recently. You see, I don’t know if I believe in them or not. I don’t know if I believe in the paranormal at all. The ghost hunting shows are somewhat living vicariously for me, because I know what I would do if I did go ghost hunting: I would sit in a dark room and psych myself out, because I have an overactive imagination, and it does terrible things to me when I let it go unchecked.
As an example: when I was in third grade at Catholic school, we used to play Bloody Mary in the dark bathrooms after school. Everyone’s familiar with Bloody Mary, yes? Good. Anyway, I figured there was no way I was actually going to summon Bloody Mary, because that seemed stupid, so I ditzed around instead, but then there was this glow in the corner, and it started to expand, and to form a human-shape…
…I was out of there faster than you can say “Oh God Almighty WHAT IS THAT.”
Did I really see something?
I don’t know, but I know better than to push things.
(Also, I’m still on edge about the nursery and the cat staring at the corner of the ceiling and my child watching things moving that I cannot see…)
My husband thinks I’m being silly. And maybe I am. What do you think, Squiders? Do I suck it up and go for the experience? Do I trust my gut and stay home?
I cannot guarantee I will listen to you on this one.