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 Any one who knows me, knows that I’m into the supernatural. I blame getting into the mysteries of beyond at such a young age. I loved reading ghost stories before bed at night, watching scary movies filled with things from your worst nightmares, going to haunted houses and hay rides on Halloween, riding the Haunted Mansion several thousand times at Disneyland – you name it.
But I refuse to watch any movies about hauntings – for some reason, the scare the bejeesus out of me! Maybe because I’ve had my own personal experiences while abroad (mainly Ireland and Scotland) or some other unknown reason. There’s no case of this “sixth sense” in my family – or if there is, they refuse to acknowledge it. May also have to do with my love of Tim Burton and Rob Zombies and their imagination – I wish I could just sit down and pick their brains. Or that one of them would claim me as their child. At one point in my life, I wanted to go to Cal Arts and become an animator for Disney, just like Tim Burton.
Here in Kuwait, I haven’t really come across any knowledge of haunted places – but if there are any, I’d love to know! They say that the old bunkers up by Ali AlSaleem are haunted by those who were interogated under the harshest of circumstances during the Iraqi occupation, and there’s now a story in the news about a family in Ahmadi who had to finally move out of their home because they would hear children’s screams right before a room in their house would set on fire.
Which brings me around to the picture today – Ghost Hunters International. I loved Ghost Hunters – watching Grant and Jason go off on their hunts around the country. I heard about GHI yesterday and went online and downloaded it, as it features a couple of the members from the original series. My biggest mistake was sitting down to watch it last night before going to bed. *shakes head at self* I guess since I’ve gotten older and have been away from it for so long, this stuff effects me differently – so differently in fact that I couldn’t sleep last night. I kept waking up to a feeling of something in my room (other than myself and Lonnie or the cat), which brought back all sorts of memories from my trips to Ireland & Scotland. The old church ruins in Dublin that became home to Satanic rituals to St. Friar’s Bobby’s graveyard in Edinburgh that was home to unhappy spirits that let you know that you were on their turf. I’d go back there in a heart beat if I could and expierence it all over again! It’s a rush!
Recently, my mom has been talking about us meeting up in Switzerland, so I’ve been looking to see if they have any of the guided ghost tours at night – didn’t really know that they had haunted stuff in Switzerland, but apparently they do! So we shall see.

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