This season made me dislike Jason more than I already did.
So, some guy couldn't figure out who he thought should be sent home. Some people hate being in that position. I know I do. He ended up picking a person that most of the others picked and then Jason turned into total jerk-face and was like "Maybe I should send you home".
Very professional for a guy who runs a "professional" paranormal group.
The contestants were pretty much annoying. I liked Vera, as she was the one who didn't treat this thing like a competition and was pretty nice to everyone.
And then there was the second to last episode in which Steve was saying that Melissa, I think her name was, was acting too jokey and like this was a game.
Don't Steve and Tango goof around in almost every episode?
Also in that episode was the thermal image of the guy turning and walking into a cell. Something that was pretty clear what it was. And something that Jason yet again acted as if he was so confused what it was and kind of dismissed it instead of being really interested in it.
He also dismissed the EVPs the group presented.
That part I found interesting, as they are always like "think for yourselves, don't mimic others", yet Steve and Tango kind of hesitated with the EVPs and then when Jason said he thought they were nothing the two were in agreement with him.
And then the last episode where the one EVP the group found was just dismissed as... I don't know. I never got the reason. But the one the team missed, you couldn't even tell what it was. Oh, you hear a voice in there. You do? I heard nothing. But let's make a big deal about missing this oh so obvious evidence anyway.
Adam, I don't know what he'll add to the show. I found him to be too drama queen.
Another thing that annoyed me was the whole "TAPS family" thing. Man, some of the contestants made a huge deal over the fact that they call themselves a family. To me, that's just eww. I only call my family "my family" and not a bunch of morons I work with.
I'm glad Ghost Hunters Academy is so short.
I am really really starting to hate Ghost Hunters. Ghost Adventures needs to come back now. At least those three guys show that they enjoy what they do and get excited over evidence. Ghost Hunters seems like they are bored with everything. And then they try oh so very hard to debunk anything they get or any of the experiences others have told them.
I can't wait to see Ghost Hunters International so I can watch the two annoying people from the first season of Ghost Hunters Academy investigate. Gosh, I wonder what pressing questions they will ask this season? And how many actual things they will find and not dismiss? Can't. Wait.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Paranormal Experiences : Part 2
In the following years I had several different experiences. I am not sure when these took place during my life, but I do remember them.
One night my parents were getting ready to go and see a friends band play. I was standing in the short hallway downstairs and watching my dad as he finished getting ready in the bathroom. At the end of the hall was the door that went out to the garage. My dad finished and left the bathroom, the two of us standing by the door. He told me to be good and that they'd be back later. He hugged me and started to leave when I heard what sounded like someone grabbing the door handle and violently jiggling it. I immediately looked over at the door handle and freaked out, thinking that there was someone inside the garage trying to get in.
My dad didn't hear anything, so when I told him he said I was hearing things. I insisted that I heard it and so he checked the garage. He found that the side garage door was locked and that the two large doors were closed, so there was no way that anyone would have been inside. To keep me from bugging him he propped a chair up against the door when he left and that calmed me down.
Upstairs we had a little loft area. In that was a TV and two recliners and some book shelves. The recliner I always sat in was next to the railing by the stairs.
One evening I had been watching TV. Done with the show I turned the TV off and just sat there in the recliner bored, wondering what to do next. The house was quiet, so I just listened to that for a while.
Suddenly I heard what sounded like two people murmuring at the bottom of the stairs. It was that thing where you can't hear anything being said, but you know that people are talking. I sat quietly and tried my hardest to make any words out, wondering if what was being spoken was English or some kind of native language.
Wanting to hear better I leaned closer to the railing. It was then that the recliner squeaked and the voices quickly stopped. I then jumped up and looked over the railing, but I didn't see anyone or anything at the bottom of the stairs.
In the loft was also when I realized we had a little black ghost cat. At the time we had our own little black cat, Molly. And so when anyone saw the ghost cat we all thought it was Molly.
Other family members knew before me that the cat was not Molly. Or they had their suspicions it wasn't.
Once again I had been watching TV and was sitting in the recliner bored. Walking across the loft and into my brothers room was this cat, so I said "Hello Molly" and called her to me. I was annoyed when she didn't even act as if I were there, just continued on walking into my brothers room.
I got up and walked downstairs to find Molly was curled up asleep on the couch. Me being me, I wondered how she had made it downstairs so quickly.
Later I asked about the cat and was told that it was a ghost and that was when I learned how others had done the same as me, thinking it was Molly and then finding out it wasn't.
One night my parents were getting ready to go and see a friends band play. I was standing in the short hallway downstairs and watching my dad as he finished getting ready in the bathroom. At the end of the hall was the door that went out to the garage. My dad finished and left the bathroom, the two of us standing by the door. He told me to be good and that they'd be back later. He hugged me and started to leave when I heard what sounded like someone grabbing the door handle and violently jiggling it. I immediately looked over at the door handle and freaked out, thinking that there was someone inside the garage trying to get in.
My dad didn't hear anything, so when I told him he said I was hearing things. I insisted that I heard it and so he checked the garage. He found that the side garage door was locked and that the two large doors were closed, so there was no way that anyone would have been inside. To keep me from bugging him he propped a chair up against the door when he left and that calmed me down.
Upstairs we had a little loft area. In that was a TV and two recliners and some book shelves. The recliner I always sat in was next to the railing by the stairs.
One evening I had been watching TV. Done with the show I turned the TV off and just sat there in the recliner bored, wondering what to do next. The house was quiet, so I just listened to that for a while.
Suddenly I heard what sounded like two people murmuring at the bottom of the stairs. It was that thing where you can't hear anything being said, but you know that people are talking. I sat quietly and tried my hardest to make any words out, wondering if what was being spoken was English or some kind of native language.
Wanting to hear better I leaned closer to the railing. It was then that the recliner squeaked and the voices quickly stopped. I then jumped up and looked over the railing, but I didn't see anyone or anything at the bottom of the stairs.
In the loft was also when I realized we had a little black ghost cat. At the time we had our own little black cat, Molly. And so when anyone saw the ghost cat we all thought it was Molly.
Other family members knew before me that the cat was not Molly. Or they had their suspicions it wasn't.
Once again I had been watching TV and was sitting in the recliner bored. Walking across the loft and into my brothers room was this cat, so I said "Hello Molly" and called her to me. I was annoyed when she didn't even act as if I were there, just continued on walking into my brothers room.
I got up and walked downstairs to find Molly was curled up asleep on the couch. Me being me, I wondered how she had made it downstairs so quickly.
Later I asked about the cat and was told that it was a ghost and that was when I learned how others had done the same as me, thinking it was Molly and then finding out it wasn't.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Paranormal Experiences : Part 1
The first experience I had happened when I was a kid. I can't remember the exact age I was, so I will say that I was between six and eight.
I would sit in my room and read or draw and the house was usually quiet, from what I remember. I would then start to hear a raspy breath, like someone sleeping with their mouth open, yet not snoring, just breathing loudly.
Where I lived we had lots of crows and they will sometimes make that raspy caw, so I just shrugged it off as being a crow in the backyard, as my window was usually open.
One day I realized that the rasping noise was going on for some time and I was starting to get annoyed at the crow. I looked out my window and didn't see a crow. Also, the noise seemed to be coming from inside my room and not from the outside. It was also happening in a steady pattern.
I stood up and walked into my brothers room, which was right next to mine and also had a window that faced out to the backyard. His window was open, so I figured if it was a crow then I'd hear it. When I walked into his room all I heard was silence. And when I walked back into my room I heard the rasping noise.
I freaked out and ran out of my room down stairs yelling "Mommy!" She asked me what was wrong and I told her, so she went up to my room with me and of course the sound was now gone. She told me that if I heard it again to just leave the room if it scared me.
And I continued to take her advice until the rasping noise stopped, which I am not sure when that really was, as one day I realized that I hadn't heard that noise in some time. I would say it was less than a year or so after I got scared from it.
I would sit in my room and read or draw and the house was usually quiet, from what I remember. I would then start to hear a raspy breath, like someone sleeping with their mouth open, yet not snoring, just breathing loudly.
Where I lived we had lots of crows and they will sometimes make that raspy caw, so I just shrugged it off as being a crow in the backyard, as my window was usually open.
One day I realized that the rasping noise was going on for some time and I was starting to get annoyed at the crow. I looked out my window and didn't see a crow. Also, the noise seemed to be coming from inside my room and not from the outside. It was also happening in a steady pattern.
I stood up and walked into my brothers room, which was right next to mine and also had a window that faced out to the backyard. His window was open, so I figured if it was a crow then I'd hear it. When I walked into his room all I heard was silence. And when I walked back into my room I heard the rasping noise.
I freaked out and ran out of my room down stairs yelling "Mommy!" She asked me what was wrong and I told her, so she went up to my room with me and of course the sound was now gone. She told me that if I heard it again to just leave the room if it scared me.
And I continued to take her advice until the rasping noise stopped, which I am not sure when that really was, as one day I realized that I hadn't heard that noise in some time. I would say it was less than a year or so after I got scared from it.
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