Ghosts may have planted the first seeds of later skepticisim in me. I think I was in maybe 4th grade when I encountered some children agitated over something they were seeing in our local abandoned house. The front door was open, and you could see a pitcher floating in mid-air!
The other kids were practically hysterical over it, but I thought it was awfully still for something that seemed to be hovering, and took a closer look. It turns out it was sitting on a shelf parallel to and the same color as a horizontal stripe on the wall behind it. It has been my experience ever since that the paranormal ceases being paranormal if you look at it closely enough.
The other kids were practically hysterical over it, but I thought it was awfully still for something that seemed to be hovering, and took a closer look. It turns out it was sitting on a shelf parallel to and the same color as a horizontal stripe on the wall behind it. It has been my experience ever since that the paranormal ceases being paranormal if you look at it closely enough.
