Your Dark Passenger

Happy Saturday, dark passengers.  I love the weekend.  Don’t you?  What I love even more is that the weekend brings with it Supernatural Saturday which is really one of my favorite days for which to write.

But, I bet y’all are pretty sick of all my yapping by now.  It’s okay; you can admit it.  So, sharing a little supernatural anecdote with you this week end is Dan Farrimond, our very first guest poster at Your Dark Passenger.  Make sure to visit his link and show him some love…after you’ve finished reading and commenting on his post here, that is.

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A particular member of my family has recently become obsessed with taking random photographs around his house. Every week, he sits there and takes pictures of thin air for ten minutes or so before uploading them to his computer and scrutinizing them closely for supernatural phenomena.

He is adamant that in most photos he actually captures something, and eagerly presents his findings to us at the kitchen table. He is certain his house is haunted and there is a spirit lurking in his bedroom, front room and kitchen.

Well, it seems like a bit of simple harmless fun, and from a money making point of view a potentially excellent idea to cash in! My mother is particularly interested in spiritualism magazines and loves to read about other peoples’ encounters with ghosts, ghouls and other such undead beings. So, why not submit these ‘ghost’ photos to them in a bid to win ‘this month’s featured story’ and the twenty smackers that go with it?

I’ll tell you why. It’s because there’s literally nothing on my relative’s photographs, just bits of dust and tricks of the light that we are assured are ‘ghostly orbs’ and ‘faces appearing in the television set’.

Why can’t these ghosts just come out so we can get a good full-on picture of them? Not even some strategically placed cheese seems to arouse them from their eternal slumber. Sigh. Still, you can bet your life that when we do find any evidence of spirits, we’ll be swimming in the cash and you’ll never see me again as I’ll be sunning myself outside my Spanish villa.

For now, though, I’m stuck here in wonderful Wigan with the dog attempting to rip the newspaper to shreds and a second hand couch complete with hole growing larger by the day. Oh, how I wish my house were haunted, or at least slightly spooky. One day my friends, one day.

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I’d just like to point out to everyone that I’ve never attempted to take pictures of nothing in my house to check for ghosts and stuff.  (I’m not ready to know yet, peeps!)  Of course, if the status of my sanity changes, no fear dark passengers, you know y’all will be the first to know!

Giant thanks again to Dan for the post.

Jen

“Let your dark passenger come out to play…Be your own nemesis!”

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