Ghosts in the bathroom mirror

I've always had a love-hate relationship with the paranormal. With ghost stories and horror movies. On the one hand, it fascinates me. On the other... I will be fucking terrified of every shadow for the next six days or so. I think it terrifies me so much because it could be real, I think - I have no problem believing that I live in a world with ghosts that sneak into bedrooms and strangle people to death.

It *might* happen, you never know.

More than that, maybe, it's not something that I have any way to fight. I'm not afraid of physical threats - my dogs are protective and I'm not a fainting flower. I'd do some damage to any *physical* enemy. But I can't fight a ghost - I can't punch out spirits. Faith is one weapon - but it's one that I can't wield, because I've never been able to fully believe. (See my previous rant on religion.)

But it fascinates me. This world out there that has brushed me, more than once - confirmation that no, I'm not crazy, or at least not alone; other people have seen the things I've seen and felt the things I felt. It's a relief, really, and I do enjoy them.

Even if I regret it as soon as the sun goes down.