Countdown to the Publication of the Starlight Letters

Countdown to the Publication of the Starlight Letters

Friday, February 20, 2009

Grand Ghost Hunt

Sorry for not posting the past 12 days, but I was on holiday at my brother's home in Washington state. My brother, though at times boring and somewhat degenerate proved to be a most wondrous host. My brother and I mended old wounds and conversed in a pleasant manner. What shocked me most was the fact he had a deep interest in ghosts and ghost hunting. My brother admired my pursuits after all.

Our first ghost hunt took place in a small historic cemetery. Myself, I thought the bodies in the graves to be too old to warrant investigation; I desired a modern cemetery with fresh bodies. But, it was the first time my brother had suggested we go on a ghost hunt together and I would have been remiss to complain. Indeed, we had a wonderful time. Although most of the ghosts in the cemetery were old and decrepit, we still gave chase and had a tremendous time doing so. We hunted ghosts until dawn.

We relived our pursuits for a few days before my brother revealed a hypothesis he had created through observation. He told me of three haunted houses on one street in his small town. The street ran along a small stream. My brother hypothesized that water was somehow connected to paranormal activity. It was a glorious idea and I immediately plotted how we could test his proposal. First, I wanted to visit each of the three haunted houses to confirm they were indeed haunted. The first house was lived in by a young couple with no children and a single ghost they referred to as "The Boy". He was called such because it seemed as though he always wanted to play. The young husband's baseball and mitt were often moved from known locations. Giggling could be heard coming from the small second bedroom at night. It was an intriguing case and my brother and I were allowed entry into the home for investigation. It was a revelation. All night we chased "The Boy" from room to room. He created cold spots, moved small objects in rooms and even touched my brother. He was in front of us all night, yet out of reach.

The owners of the other two houses were not so welcoming. We could not investigate them, but we did observe paranormal phenomenon by peeking through windows late at night and by listening through walls.

I discussed with my brother the possibility that other homes on this street could be haunted and I told him that this could be the only way to confirm his hypothesis. So I visited three other houses on the street to inquire the residents therein about any paranormal happenings. Two dismissed me right away -- obviously under possession from the very ghosts I sought. The third home I was allowed inside, but after a brief conversation that unfortunately settled on my recent hospitalization (I believe my mind was compromised by a ghost) I was asked to leave. Though we were not allowed to investigate these homes, I believe I collected enough data to prove my brother's hypothesis. There is a connection between paranormal activity and water.

I arrived home this afternoon. Though tired from a long bus ride, I took only a small nap before waking to post. I am still so excited I doubt I will sleep much at all tonight.


Sunday, February 8, 2009

Seeking Knowledge

To understand ghosts, one must understand death. But to fully understand death, one must die. This is problematic for the ghost hunter. There are many directions one may go when trying to understand the inner workings of the universe. Space stretches infinitely out, while microscopic study of nuclei and beyond falls infinitely smaller. Nearly all space, outer and inner, is unknown and unmapped by us. Perhaps the truth lies somewhere in these mysterious regions. Two other hiding places we must search are time and other dimensions. One day, perhaps, science will be up to the task. Until then, we ghost hunters must persevere and collect the evidence of ghosts. Let the physicists decide how it is they exist.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Fibers in the Carpet

Often, Gartho sheds hair and drips his essence on the carpet. His odor lingers long after he has passed a room. This curious fact has made me wonder, could the essence of ghosts be trapped in the carpet and textiles, knotted and twisted in the fibers only to be released when we pass. To this end, I have ripped the carpet out of my bedroom. My daughter hasn't discovered this yet, but I am certain when she knows the facts she will accept my decision.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Ghost Hunters International

I must say, my favorite of the ghost shows is simply "Ghost Hunters". Ghost Hunters International, while entertaining and somewhat informative, seems to lack chemistry and substance. I was driven mad several times by investigators attempting to gather electronic voice phenomena by speaking in English to ghosts that might not understand that language. Of course, who is to say that language really matters in the great beyond, yet, they unabashedly made requests in their own tongue without thought that this may be a futile effort. Overall, I still enjoyed each show -- I slept in this morning!


Sunday, February 1, 2009

Free Time

I despise the oval ball game. Today, my daughter is hosting a Super Bowl party. I let my displeasure be known (especially with a ghost show marathon on at the same time) and she relented to give me access to her bedroom where I could 1. watch her television and 2. use her laptop. How wonderful! I should skulk and complain more often. I will continue observing the television program dedicated to ghosts and I shall report back later.

I must apologize. I had an appointment with my doctors in Napa on Friday and my daughter decided we should remain in the area for the evening. We didn't return until the hour was late, so I retired without posting. This blog is important to me. It is my lifeline to a world I am only just beginning to understand.