My Bucket List

Last night, I was able to cross off an activity from my list of things I want to do before I die. I went ghost hunting. A friend of mine and her significant other have been doing this as a hobby for several years now and have accumulated a ton of equipment. So last night they finally agreed to take me along. We went to a place near Grayling, an old ghost town called Pere Cheney. The town had burnt to the ground twice and there is an old cemetery there with over 500 people buried there. Unfortunately it is quite the party place for young kids, and a lot of the headstones have been broken and stolen. Anyways, they have had a lot of stuff happen to them out there, so that is where we headed. Now I believe in ghosts and hauntings 100%. When I was a kid I had a friend who lived in a haunted house that was an old jail than an old hotel. I've had strange things happen to me at work, and most people that work at the hospital have stories of the one haunted room there. So I was optimistic when we went out there. But, we spent 3 hours wandering around this place, and I didn't see, hear or feel anything. I understand that something isn't going to happen every night, so I would be willing to try again. They brought a couple of their friends along who are big into ghost hunting, and I would definitely wright them off as crazy. Any sound in the woods (and there were a lot of them, since we were in the middle of the woods), they would come up with some story about how that is probably a ghost. But in my mind, and in reality, I'm sure it was just an animal. They were able to fabricate a story and twist everything enough so that they would believe it was something. But, whatever, its not my hobby, so go for it! Once we got home at 3am, they did show me some of the pictures and voice recordings of things they've captured out there. So, maybe next time..........