I love ghost stories as much as I love horror movies. I think they go hand in hand. I love the stories behind the myths, even if I don’t believe them. I’m not going to stay at Camp Crystal Lake and be worried that Jason Voorhees is going to get me. Hehe. Just like how I don’t think that ghosts are going to get me or do things to me. If I see them, that’s cool, but why be scared? But I actually want these things to happen to me, I want the paranormal to prove itself to me so much that I want to see shit flying across the room at my head. There’s so many things that I can explain away but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to experience them. Make me believe! Until then, just entertain me with stories. So what do I think about ghosts? I don’t believe in the afterlife; heaven or hell. So, I don’t know what to think about ghosts. I’ve clearly seen things and felt things that I cannot explain but I don’t necessarily think it’s ghosts as people think ghosts are. My imagination is creative and I feel like in the right setting that it can do some awesome things. I like the creepiness around it and what it does to people and that’s why I like doing all these ghostly things and hearing about people’s stories and going to the creepy places because I don’t necessarily believe it is what they say it is but I like hearing the stories. I like hearing everyone’s ghost stories because everyone has got one!

Monday, March 27, 2017

Ross Bay Cemetery in Victoria, BC

This is the oldest cemetery in Victoria. It’s cool because it’s creepy and there’s the graves that are cement boxes but in the ground. Because of the earthquakes Victoria gets, some of these cement boxes have cracked open so you can kind of peer inside. I was hoping to maybe see a body, but no luck. Apparently, people have been put in those alive as part of satanic rituals that are rumored to happen in Victoria. As a kid I was walking through with summer camp peeps and I saw a bunny with its feet cut off. Victoria has lots of witches, too. I was told it had to do something with that or just crazy people cutting off feet. Before I moved away I was walking with my mom there talking about how I want my funeral to be. As you do when around death...

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