last weekend after a party, i went home to my apartment, under the influence of allergy medication and pina coladas. for those of you who don't know me well, i don't spend much time at my apartment. and therefore, my arrival was a surprise to my roommate... and the half-dozen people sitting around staring at little TV screens. i was completely confused, wondering if my roommate is a gaming geek ("but those aren't computers!") or if the FBI is using our apartment to surveil a druglord neighbor ("but these guys don't look like FBI guys!"). my roommate, seth, pulled me outside to explain. "have i ever told you about my paranormal experiences?" the spiral-eyed strangers were ghost hunters.
a few days later, i got the diagnosis - yes, the ghost hunters did detect some activity at this seemingly innocent townhouse in coconut creek. so much that they're coming back tonight.
being confronted with this situation in my own home.. or at least the place that i pay $500 monthly to keep some books at.. well, i don't care enough about it to even wonder if i believe in it. it does make for an interesting story, however.
update! the roommate's report on what happened saturday night:
Pretty much nothing. Got some good voice recordings from the first time they were here. I only got to hear one of them because they are still investigating. But on that clip you can hear a male voice saying "Somebody help I do believe." Freaky.
