I’ve been wondering lately if the eyes of the dead are really watching us. By that, I mean ghosts. I swear if I ever saw an actual ghost I would have to scoop out my underwear with snow shovel. The other night my brother and I went to a cemetery with a digital camera. We were hoping to catch a glimpse of some orbs or some crap. Thing was I couldn’t bring myself to walk through the cemetery gates. Call me a chicken, but I guess there’s just some things you’d rather not know. I’m curious as hell if there are ghosts among us, I just don’t feel I need to appease that curiosity. It’s just the whole idea of death and spirits and junk that scares me. Very little does scare me. I’m not afraid of the hatchet wielding clown with a hockey mask. I say that but if I was ever in a position where one was coming after me I’d probably do a back flip out of my skin. But ghost, possessions and evil spirits are unnerving to me. The hatchet wielding dude is simply movie fiction. Anyway, my brother is trying to get me to stay a night in a haunted hotel he read about, but screw that. I’d rather sail the Pacific Ocean in a wicker basket filled with chum. I read recently about a decapitated ghost around these parts wandering the streets at night looking for his head. My brother suggested we try and find him. I told him to hell with that. The last thing I want is my face ripped off by a ghost looking for his head. I know it’s kind of foolish to take these things seriously, but you never know. If it was Casper we were seeking, maybe I’d rethink things. I told my bro he needed to join up with some Ghost Hunters, but instead he calls me a chicken shit and persists that I go on these adventures with him. Anyway, I’ve just been thinking about it a lot. One night, I know since I’m paranoid about it enough already, I’m gonna flip on my light and be nose to nose with some ghost or apparition. His face is gonna be all distorted and appear to be dripping as worms or oozing from his empty eye sockets. Picture that before you go to sleep tonight. Anyway, whether ghost exist or not is beyond me, but if they do I don’t ever want to meet one. And if by chance I’m floating near the ceiling one night and awoken from my sleep, I hope it at least has the decency to bring along a video camera so there would be actual proven evidence.