A few months ago, I enrolled in a ghost hunting class through the local education district. The first class I attended was an introduction to the subject. The instructor was a member of a local paranormal research team, who shared a whole slew of deliciously creepy photographs and EVP recordings from his previous excursions. My super-skeptic brain had no trouble explaining each one logically, but I enjoyed the goosebumps they raised on my arms nonetheless.
After that, we took our cameras and recorders to explore Capitol Theatre. After a bit of a history lesson, we were set loose to record whatever paranormal activity we could find.
For the next hour or so, I meandered contentedly along the darkened hallways of the theatre, camera in hand, snapping pictures of any spot that seemed like it might be ghost-prone. To be honest, my artistic tendencies probably took over any paranormal sense I might possess; I took a lot of ill-lit shots from dramatic angles, pictures that would undoubtedly look just right with a ghostly figure in the frame...
...and at the end of the day, not a ghost to be found.
Although I had expected exactly the results I got (super-skeptic and all) , I was disappointed. So much so, that I didn't even attend the last investigation. I felt like a little black raincloud, fogging up all the paranormal energy with my disbeliever-ism.
I have to say, though, it's not that I believe ghosts DON'T exist. I just don't necessarily believe that they do. I'm one of those types who wants proof, proof that unfortunately didn't coalesce at Capitol Theatre.
But maybe next time...
