“Ha! We had our own stories here in NC that I grew up with. I thought ghosts were normal.”
I have to admit that my first thought when reading that comment was how jealous I was that she grew up in a place where “ghosts were normal”.
How weird! It’s funny because as a kid I was terrified of ghosts, but at the same time I ate up ghost stories like they were candy. I had even tried to conjure up ghosts a couple of times.
What the hell would I have done if I’d saw one? Have a heart attack …or maybe be so thrilled that I would never be the same afterwards (probably both).
My friends and I always felt that ghosts were real but there was never any proof. We wanted proof desperately, but were scared of actually getting the proof at the same time.
I am trying to imagine what it would be like to grow up thinking ghosts were just another part of the neighborhood.
What about you…would you rather grow up thinking ghosts are normal or would that be too scary?