|House from Burnt Offerings and Phantasm|
If you read chronological through our blog posts on the Haunted Mansion Retreat Blog, you can get an interesting psychological profile of our group. At first we were titillated. We kind of relished the ability to poke and prod everything ghostly. Then the next morning came an onslaught of what-the-f*ck-were-we-thinking posts, with several of our band experiencing very unpleasant physical contact with ghosts/spirits/entities/whatever they were.
At that point, we had two choices. We could either be scared or we could be funny. Like the authors we are, we chose both. As that first day wore on we felt an increasing trepidation. When night came and enveloped the mountain, we costumed our terror with humor. By the next day we were using the K2 Meter to play with sleeping (handsome) authors and watching videos of Rachel Bloom crooning the author appreciate classic, “F*ck Me Ray Bradbury,” as well as the shockingly grotesque video of the woman (was it a woman) singing about what she was doing- "Sittin' on the Toilet."
I'm embarassed to admit I watched it, several times, but these were absolutely mechanisms designed to keep us sane. I have to admit, that second night, I was scared. The house felt different to me. It felt riled up and ready. That first night it was a little surprised, I think, that we would engage it so. But after a day at the Rubicon Estate, when we returned, I remember looking up at that high windows of the third floor and thinking about the movie, Burnt Offerings. I remember being scared and not wanting to go back in the house.
But we did.
|Yvonne and I listening to Ghost Voices on EVP|
Especially the murder stairs. Whenever I went to the second floor, I was aware of them off to my left as I headed towards my room. It was as if the place had a vacuum that drew your attention and begged for you to come and look. Although it terrified me, I always felt the pull towards the stairs, much like when I am on a high building or mountain, I feel a pull to jump.
So to all of you who ask me was there really something there or were we making it all up? I guess first you have to believe in ghosts, whatever your definition of them may be. Once you believe in them, then I will tell you that yes, there was something there. I felt it. I heard it on EVP. Was it malevolent? I don’t know. I don’t think so. I believe that my physical reactions were symptoms of encountering some strange energy.
So will I go back?
I think so. As long as I have a lot of friends and comrades with me, just like this last time, I think it will be okay.
You know, writing this, a thought just occurred to me. There wasn’t a single time this entire weekend when I remember any of us getting mad at the other. They say that negative energy feeds off negative emotions. We didn’t have any of that. We all seemed to genuinely enjoy each other’s company, which created a lot of positive energy. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened had we gotten mad and fed the house.
What would have happened then?
I’m just glad that all of us became friends, shared a weekend that will remain with us for decades, and now have a common bond which no one else can claim as their own, because we, and we alone, are Survivors of the Haunted Mansion Writer’s Retreat.
Safe and Sound