Melissa, are you listening?
Last night I ended up watching four hours of “Ghost Busters” on the Sci-Fi Channel.
This fuckin show floors the fuck out of me. It’s bad enough when you maybe suspect your shit is haunted? But to go into someone’s haunted shit on a nightly basis just to see what’s up is insane.
Some of you have read some of my ghost stories in the links section so you know when it comes to anything that goes bump in the night I’m a squealing little pussie.
But even with that in mind there’s something I have to do one of these days. Last night on the show they were trying to debunk the old Crescent Hotel down in Eureka Springs, Arkansas which has a rep as one of the most haunted buildings in America.
A couple of years ago on our way back from the Gulf we spent a few days in Eureka Springs and I actually tried to book a room overnight in the fuckin Crescent but it was booked up.
All this was before I learned how fucked up scary the place was cause I was just trying to find a room for a night or two.
Anyway on the show last night they actually ran into some fucked up shit in the Crescent Hotel and came to the determination that it really was haunted.
So now even though it goes against everything that fucks me up, I want to spend a night in the Crescent. Who’s with me? Oh and if you have a rack, that’ll just make me braver.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"