Journal #24- spooky spooky

For this journal, I am supposed to write about a time when I was spooked by something.  I am the type of person who is obsessed with TV shows like Ghost Hunters, Paranormal State, Ghost Adventures, etc.  I am totally fascinated with the supernatural...not in a weird way, I swear.  I am not some sort of crazy witch or psychic, medium, orator, medicine man, or anything that has to do with that.  It is just something I find very interesting.  And I promise that all of this information on is relevant because I wanted you to know this small background of my life to explain what I am about to tell whoever is reading this.  I have been on many ghost hunts throughout my life.  Like, more than I can even remember to count.  This would include haunted mansions, haunted asylums that have been abandoned, cemeteries, etc.  If it is haunted and within a four hour radius, I have probably been there.  This collection of experiences can be used to say a time when I was spooked.  It is so scary when you are in those haunted places!  When it is so dark out you can not see anything and the awareness of the usually horrible story of that particular place is magnified, it feels like every emotion of being afraid is multiplied by ten.  That is part of the thrilling part, though.  I kind of liked being scared sometimes.  I am usually not one to enjoy not knowing if or when something is going to happen--I am an AVID "planner"--but not knowing if there is actually a real spirit or ghost of whatever is so fun.  I can remember one specific time when Megan Wavering, my older sister Katie and I went to Bartinville to do a ghost hunt at an old, allegedly haunted asylum.  The stories from this asylum were horrifying; from all of the torture they did to the patients, to the conditions they were living in.  It was awful!  It was as if you could feel all of the poor souls who had suffered for so long.  It made me so sad.