Although I'm unclear on how staged some of the so-called paranormal reality shows are on t.v., I tune into a few occasionally. Just as some are addicted to an adrenalin rush from say, jumping out of an airplane, I seem to be addicted to scaring the crap out of myself before trying to go to sleep. And yes, I've had to explain to my early bird husband why one has slept with the lights on the night before on several occasions. One of the shows I will tune into at times is Ghost Adventures on the Travel Channel.
I will fully admit that I'm not completely sure all of this is real and not staged. The leader of this trio of paranormal investigators is Zak, the buff guy in the center. He clearly calls the shots and I find it comical during most episodes that he makes one of his two cohorts drag their camera and recording equipment alone to some dark corner or basement in hopes of catching evidence of the afterlife. One of the cohorts begrudgingly agrees but you know the guy is scared crapless.
They all yell out at some point in the show, "Dude! Dude! Did you hear that????" Zak inevitably shushs them both and overdramatically taunts the spirit. I'm secretly holding out to see if one of these supposed spirits knocks Zak on his well muscled gluteus maximus. How do you like that….DUDE? I guess I really don't take these guys very seriously. They do investigate some creepy places though!
Ghost Hunters is one that I have watched faithfully every Wednesday night on SciFi since 2005. I like these guys. Maybe because they seem like the kind of people I'd hang out with to have a beer or two. They are from Rhode Island so a lot of the places they investigate have been near where I've grown up.
I like their no-nonsense approach to the investigation and how they try to debunk any claims first before labeling it paranormal. However, as the show's popularity has grown, so have the hauntings. I also can't help but wonder if some of this is now staged as well. I hope not.
While writing this I was thinking about what it is that has me so intrigued about the subject and why I am such a fright junkie. Back about 10 years ago I lived in a very old apartment in Boston. One day I was home sick from work and was hanging out in the livingroom watching t.v. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something small and white come flying out of the closet and swiftly work its way along the floor next to the baseboards. It turned a corner before disappearing under the tv stand. My blood went cold. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Who would believe me? Upon further inspection of the tv stand, I found a small white rubber ball like the ones you get from the bubble gum machines in the grocery store for a quarter. Where the heck did it come from? Did I mention I lived alone? That was probably the single most terrifying moment of my life.
These days I prefer to watch such things on t.v. I can separate it from my own reality and question it more because obviously I'm not experiencing it first hand. That frightening day in Boston had me question a lot of things. I might be a fright junkie but that's only when I have a remote control safe within arm's reach. But like the old X-Files show says, "the truth is out there." For now, I'll safely watch for the truth from the comfort of my fainting sofa in the Girl-Cave; with an attack weasel and pooch poised at the ready just in case.