bloodfart

Did an overnight ghost hunt at a haunted mansion. What a fuckin crock of shit. If the shit I pulled didn't piss off a ghost there just ain't no such thing. I was there with a "BELIEVER" who thought everything was a paranormal experience. What a fuckin meat head. . . She listened to every one of the stories at the initial walk through and all of her EXPERIENCES correlated with the story at the intro. I on the other hand listened to my ipod during the stories in order to go in there clear minded. I feel like I was totally fuckin hoodwinked. When the team leader spoted an ORB on the infra red camera and explained how it was impossible for dust to move like that I took off my shirt and flapped it at the carpet and . . . uh. . . guess what the camera picked up. . . Dust particles doing the impossible. Slept in the "suicide" room by myself and taunted the afterlife until I passed out about at around 1. . .