Oh, and I second going down into the basement at least one or two more times. Live a little so the dead can live a little, too, Hal!
ETA: I have a great idea! Why don’t you look at these photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mement0_m0ri/sets/72157594539535491/
They’ll keep you great company, I promise.
You misunderstand. In haunted houses, the sound of footsteps overhead
come from . . . things . . . crawling on the ceiling.
“Atta boy, Luther!”
Arright…I’m beat…time to see if turning off the lights and sacking out on the couch can awaken the denizens of the spirit world.
surreptitiously puts white sheet and scary mask away, walks out whistling
That’s pretty seriously creepy.
Which only means Hal couldn’t have looked at them because he’s:
I see. I get the picture. Thank goodness you could rely on “the maintenance guys” to take care of the advance intelligence-gathering phase of the investigation. Be sure to credit them in your book. So, since a really thorough canvassing of the basement is a needless extravagance, instead you and Scooby will just stay upstairs and guard the sandwiches. Is that about right?
Speaking of nervous dogs, I can only presume that an onsite investigation of the office body closet is also superfluous, seeing as how the office pooch has already investigated it so thoroughly during daylight hours. Obviously if there were any genuine haunting phenomena to be found by looking inside, there’d be more pre-existing manifestations than a simple unholy fear aura that repulses animal life. So we can scratch that off as well, which should streamline the investigation to maximum efficiency.
Right. I’ll just pop off and consult my library to see how many other paranormal investigators have relied on the technique of investigating reportedly haunted buildings EXCEPT for the parts they found “really creepy.”
Humm, I expected a multi-page thread full of terrific tales of terror when I logged in again… This is kind of anti-climactic, folks.
Agreed…I slept like a log – right next to the attic door, dead center of where the greatest number of reports stem – with nary a single single odd creak to be heard.
Ah well…
I think this just means the ghosts are scared of you, Hal. That’s what they were whispering about.
True ghost hunters know you don’t ignore double-dog-dares.
In Soviet Russia ghosts are scared…
wait…
nevermind.
This could be awesome.
It occurs to me, with a sleeping bag and a pillow, one might sleep comfortably in one of those corpse coolers.
One of the best stories ever written about mysterious ghostly noises was Kipling’s “My Own True Ghost Story”. Must-read for skeptics, and I’d recommend it to all your friends who “believe” because of the noises they’ve heard.
And yet, it wasn’t.
Say! Yeah, that would be pretty cool wouldn’t it? Or, even if not inside the cooler itself, at least nearby! Hell, even sleeping next to one of those things all night would be worth some serious Halloween bragging rights! Plus you’d be on hand to observe and record any manifestations, such as any ghostly footsteps that others might have reported! Or you could spend all night on the second floor, as far from the creepy coolers as possible.
I forget; is that the one where they never figure out what the noise was because everyone was too creeped out to go down in the basement?
Ya know…everyone in my wife office is all “Holy crap! He slept there? In the area where everyone keeps hearing all that creepy stuff going on? He must be nuts!”
But Dopers? Naaa…“Oh, you could’ve found someplace creepier. Hey, there’s a coroner’s office down the street…you should’ve slept there, on the autopsy table, between two freshly-killed murder victims with lots of unfinished business who were coincidentally killed by a guy who looks just like you, while an audiobook of Anton LeVey reading the Necronomicon plays in the background”.
You do me proud…
I think I have a copy around here somewhere (the book, not the audiobook) I could send you if you want it.
Hey, I’m just trying to keep the fires of enlightenment burning. And if that means that I am forced to go online and encourage someone else to spend all night exploring the darkest corners of a haunted mortuary, then so be it. I am prepared to make that sacrifice.
Nope; it’s a narrative of stopping for the night in an empty building, and not sleeping because of the sounds of a billiards game. Highly recommended.
Wait, you slept? You didn’t spend all night exploring? You didn’t go to the creepy parts?
I do give you props for even going, but I must also admit my disappointment.