Jun 13, 2014

A Tale of Ghosts and Gastroenterology

A Tale of Ghosts and Gastroenterology | Business, Life & Design
I found these awesome spooky trees as a free vector download, if you were like, "Oh man, it must of taken forever to draw those creepy swirls."  Nope, it was free and this is an awesome resource that I just discovered: http://all-free-download.com/

I was twitting on the tweet thing and thought of this story and kinda told the end of it already.  So if you follow me on Twitter, you might have already seen it.  But for everyone who's not one of my tiny little following, this will be all new!

I'ma do this Edgar Allen Poe style:

Once upon a midnight dreary (or maybe more like 10pm on a clear night)
As I pondered weak and weary (or, you know, a little buzzed and confused)
Upon many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore(on the fact that people actually believe in ghosts and have so-called equipment to detect them - whaat?!)

Or maybe I'll just tell it like a normal person.

Fort Delaware has a ghost tour around Halloween time.  Very fitting and appropriately spooky, and you get to explore the fort with a little more freedom than during the regular season.  I was all for it!

For the record, I don't believe in ghosts, or much of anything really, but I like anything mystical all the more maybe because I don't actually believe there's anything to be afraid of.  So I was expecting a light-hearted evening of people drinking and goofing off.

Turns out, not only did the hosts of the tour believe in the spirit world, but my companions did as well.  So the goofing off was not to be, for fear of offending someone, and light-heartedness was lacking.  However, it was somewhat intriguing to find out what "scientific equipment" the ghost seekers intended to use and what, if any, proofs would be provided that evening.

Thus intrigued, I went along with the various experiments without questioning or doubting aloud.  The first room had a simple set up - all the same d├ęcor as usual, and a flashlight.  The "ghosts" were supposed to respond to questions by flicking the flashlight on and off.  It was supposed that   The flashlight flickered a few times, and a couple of them even coincided with questions being asked or statements addressed to the spirits.  (I have a theory on this, I'll elaborate later)

The next 2 room was less interesting.  They had some kind of radio to pick up a specific frequency that they believed ghosts could interact with.  Supposedly strange sounds were often heard on this frequency.  The particular night we went there wasn't much activity and so we heard only static.

At some point I lost interest with listening to radio static and took the time to explore in the dark.  There were a few lights, but Fort Delaware has a couple of these cool little chamber that spiral inwards.  I managed to follow one blindly until I was alone in a tiny room (probably a dungeon) in the pitch dark.  I considered suggesting hide and seek, but our tour guide probably wouldn't have appreciated it (we were supposed to stay close).

The final exhibit was a room higher up on the wall.  They explained that an officer had lived there with his wife and daughter and they thought it was the ghost of the child.  For whatever reason, the instrument of choice here was dowsing rods.  I know, I know, those are for finding water, but I wasn't the one picking the tools of the supernatural here.

This room was bigger and so we packed 20 - 25 people in the near dark, all sitting in a circle and staring at those rods expectantly.  It began to seem like one might be moving just a tad, and the excitement was almost palpable.

At this moment, we began to hear a bizarre, high-pitched yowling sound.  People began to look around nervously and someone excitedly said, "What is that?"

Different shadowy figure, "It sounds like a dying cat."

Woman nearest the dowsing rods, "I think it's just someone's stomach."

And it was.  Mine.

And so our tour was completed, and it was entirely possible that the most persuasive thing of all, to the more delicate stomached, was my never claimed gastroenterological liveliness.  Yep, I never admitted it was me.

The real question though, is what was up with those flashlights?!  Did they flicker because they were cheap and the tops had been left so close to screwed on that small particles of dust was able to connect the battery's electrical circuit (my theory) or was it something else, something from beyond?  (Cue dramatic music)

Happy Friday the 13th!


What are your spooky or embarrassing stories?  Do you believe in ghosts, and why?

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2 comments:

  1. Ha! That's funny. I'm not much of a ghost person, though I do believe in demons I suppose I can't say that kind of thing would interest me. I would have much rather gone with you so we could be lighthearted about it together :)

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    1. I would have been happy to have you! I suppose what I learned from this is to make sure you know your friend's beliefs instead of assuming they're the same as yours. The worst way to find out is after you've made a comment that offends them!

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