I love a good ghost story. I also love a good story, regardless of whether it has ghosts or not, but I have to admit that little spine tingling thrill you get when you read a good ghost story is very appealing. We all like to be just a little bit scared. I think that’s so we can get over it and feel just a little bit braver when we’re done.
But, the real Halloween question, do I actually believe in ghosts?
Well…I don’t actively disbelieve in them. No doubt that annoys the die-hard believers and disbelievers, but I was raised by scientifically minded people, so mustering an active disbelief is a fairly big accomplishment. I do know that there are things that cannot be explained. That’s not a belief – that’s knowledge. But because they can’t be explained I’m not going to try. I’ll leave that to the professionals. That’s why they’re professionals.
And, I’ll admit, there’s a chance these things are dangerous. That’s every reason not to mess around. It’s like…it’s like the unexplained is a hole in the ground. There is a hole there. We can all see the hole. No one is denying it’s there. But is it a copperhead hole? I don’t know. Am I going to stick my hand in to find out?
I’m not stupid. (Well, not consistently anyway.) I’ve read enough ghost literature that I don’t need to get in trouble to prove to myself that it’s real. I don’t care if it’s real or not.
As for ghosts themselves: I work in a haunted hotel – I have never seen a ghost or been bothered by them. I’m not sure they care. But I know people who have and I won’t deny their experience. Life is much less fun when everything can just be explained away.
Besides, it does make for a good story.