Whispers of Machinery

Aside from ghost cars, I have also been in pursuit of haunted machines of all types. Could there be a ghost motorcycle rider screaming down a dark lonely road? How about a ghost plane terrorizing the skies above? We've all heard stories of ghost ships on the ocean. This shall be yet another chapter in my life's work: The Starlight Letters.

James Starlight, PhD.

Ghost Cars

About thirty years ago I was visiting relatives near Lake Topaz Nevada. My uncle told me a rural road (funny he called it "rural". All roads in lake Topaz are rural -- at least they were then.) where not but but many ghost cars roar up and down the road after midnight.

I, of course, was compelled to investigate this myself.

I positioned myself at the location my uncle said would be the best behind a large berm. I waited and waited, watching cars pass wondering if they were driven by the dead. Finally, about 2:00 am, a sudden chill swept over me. Though it was late summer, the air felt like winter. There was a thundering roar of a car engine and the ground vibrated. I stared in the direction of the sound, waiting for headlights. But there were no headlights, only a dark 50's car with tail fins illuminated by the half moon. It roared past me at a very high rate of speed, a swirling twist of fire hot air mixed with the paranormally cold around my body. Then it was gone. That night I believe I saw one more ghost car, an old pick-up truck. It too, traveled the road without benefit of headlights.

I wish I could remember exactly what road it was. I do know another road near ther led to the Walker River, but that's all I remember.

I shall return to this place and report back.

Jame Starlight, PhD.

Kiss of Death

I have been to brink and have returned. My health has been unstable as of late and I must take what moments of lucidity I have to record my thoughts. And I have many thoughts. Being so close to death's door, I could smell the pungent odor of decaying flesh drifting on the soft scent of stale, rotted clothing and wood. I could hear voices, voices from my past, calling out to me, wanting me to go with them. But I fought the urge to follow the voices and returned to my hospital bed -- life! The ghosts beyond death's door nearly tricked me, but I fooled them. I have more than one trick up my sleeve.

And I learned something about them I had not known before. There are smells they dislike and smells that can attract them. The ghosts entered my room without pause if I had fresh fruit, but whenever my bathroom was cleaned, the fresh, bright anticeptic smell of the cleaner they used kept them away.

These notes have been recorded in The Starlight Letters.

J.S.

Paranormal Activity

This film is making much news as of late. As a matter of personal policy, I don't go to theatres to view a film that deals with such topics. I often am driven mad by false pretense and inaccurate plot lines to the point of venting verbally. I have been asked to leave several establishments over the years. At home, I can judge for myself the merits of such artistic endeavors. There are great classics in the paranormal genre.

This new film, Paranormal Activity, has caught the attention of many. I have heard from colleagues in the field that the film is well worth the exorbanent price of admission. There is also a rumor swirling through the ghost hunting community that some of the scenes might actually be real. That prospect, no matter how suspect, is intriguing.

I might see this film soon. I shall let you know.


J.S.

A Ghost of a Show

I saw a new ghost hunting show last night and although they tested, somewhat successfully, a hypothesis I had put forth on this blog, I found the program rather boring and lacking focus. As if blood had dripped from the ceiling, they danced like excited school children at the prospect of a single EVP. Not to mention they seem to have been fooled by a speaker that was impossible (so they owner said!) to inspect. Their investigation was not thorough enough for me, though they were able to obtain some evidence of the paranormal.

The world is often cast in a burnt orange hue, concealing the dark shadows that swirl around us, watching us, waiting for us, consuming us. Beyond the ravages of ghosts, bad TV can be just as aggressive and unhealthy for us all.

Dr. James Starlight

Energy

In a pharmaceutically induced state, I was able to draw enough neuronic power to craft a theory in regards to ghosts. We know that ghosts draw power from the atmosphere, from batteries, and from other electronic power sources. I propose they also draw power from humans. This would explain why people often feel uneasy and dizzy. Perhaps their subconscious mind is aware of the power drain and this is what triggers a fear response before there is any conscious reason for them to be afraid. The hair stands up on the back of their neck and their skin crawls with goose-flesh. All of this could be a result of the dead stealing power from the living.

Dr. James Starlight

The World of Ghosts

I am back!

My accident last spring has caused much pain and suffering. I thought I was on the road to recovery -- but alas, no!

Three more surgeries, physical therapy, and drugs that incapacitated my mind stole precious time from my fight. But I am back!

There are many ghosts in hospitals, you know. They roam the halls and try to communicate while you groggily slurp the remains of stale jello from a small plastic cup.

I am alive. They are dead. I will win.


Dr. James Starlight