I actually believe in ghosts. Or rather the Supernatural. So, to my mind, they are playing with fire. I better say it’s Mrs P who likes to watch them.Yes, playing with fire, because I do hear things on them that are disconcerting. You know, cunters, the possession of the boy (changed to girl for the film) that ‘The Exorcist’ was based on came from him playing the Ouija board with a Spiritualist aunt. So I firmly believe in demonic possession. So playing, fucking about with the supernatural is dangerous.
Back to our modern day Ghost Hunters. There they are, with their magnetic field readings and digital cameras – the snowflakiest of snowflakes out for a thrill. They’re ‘researching’, you see. It’s pitiful really. They’re so jumpy…even the slightest sound and they’re off running. And when its all over, the ‘what have we learned?’. ‘We’ve faced our fear and I’m proud of that’. The evidence? A tiny spot of light or ‘orb’, as they called it. Grainy footage of some slight movement at the end of a corridor. Bullshit really. But there was that noise me and Mrs P pricked our ears up at. Yes, what was that? Mrs P has gone to sleep now and I’m ok writing this, but I often feel funny when I have watched one of them. Funny coincidences in my mind. Not moving objects or anything, just strange things in my mind.
I feel unnerved. As though a spirit has come through the television set and is affecting me.
Nominated by Miles Plastic