Great Train Adventure '08 (Part Four)

My favorite part of our visit to Kingston, Ontario, was our drunken playtime and ghost hunting at Skeleton Park, after a night of hopping from pub to pub. I love ghost stories, and this park has some of the best. After hearing all the stories about children finding bones while playing in the playground, and people in the neighborhood running into a very angry ghost that tried to stab them before he disappeared, I was determined to be scared shitless, so I could have my own story to tell.

Alas, nothing too creepy happened. I left the boys, as they tried to dig up pieces of old tombstones, and wandered around like a crazy person with my camera, asking nicely for the dead people to smile and say cheese. I took about 40-50 photos that night in the park. I was thrilled when there were a handful of photos that were somewhat mysterious, with blobs/orbs and smoke in them, that I could not explain for the life of me, even after the boys gave me some very logical explanations, which boys tend to do, because they aren't much fun when it comes to ghost hunting. (All I know is, that if there was something on my camera lense, then ALL of the photos should have had these weird things in them, not just a few.)

Draggin' their feet, diggin' for bones.

Creepy pillar of "smoke". I apologize for the poor upload quality.

Who knows, maybe there were ghosts there with us, maybe there weren't. I think they were. Skeleton Park didn't scare me, and I was a tad disappointed. I wanted that adrenaline rush. However, once we hit the Ottawa Jail a few days later, I learned just how scary dead people, and history can be, and was wishing that I was back in uneventful Skeleton Park.

Open Letter

Dear stupid Paranormal State show on A&E,

Maybe it's all the cold meds, the booze, or maybe it is because my bedroom door opened all on its own while I was into hour two of watching you in the dark, but I feel that I cannot watch you anymore if I am alone. I am now afraid of pianos and antiques, and fear that if I ever want to buy a home, I will have to bring in a paranormal research group to check it out before I go ahead and purchase it.

It's not that you were the first, Most Haunted and Dead Famous and many other shows scared the bejeesus outta me long ago, long before you were born.

Whoever thought, that after three hours of watching nerdy ghost hunters, I would ever consider having to leave the lights on when I go to bed. Not me, I tells ya.

Ah, who am I kidding? I am addicted to these shows, I'm sure I'll be forced to watch you again, and I will be alone. Maybe I should be blaming whoever opened my door, for the "oh-my-god-i'm-gonna-crap-my-bed" moment.

Keep up the good work, kids.

Love always,

Abigail