Ghost Hunters

Ooooh, it looks like it might rain a lot today, perfect hiking weather, maybe not for Mailbox though.
So I was telling Brian yesterday about my theory on needing a dog.
Brian: Yeah, that sounds like a valid idea. Are you really going to get one?
Me: Oh, hell no, do I have time for one?
Brian: Maybe you could rent one.
Me: Yeah, I already have that, I call them buddies. They just aren't always available when you need them.
What? Don't look at me like that. It's all mutual. I'm their rent a bitch too.
Now about this hiking in the dark thing...I get scared because I have this inexplicable fear of ghosts. Yes, I don't know why, but I'm sure it all goes back to my childhood where we lived in refugee camps with people turning up dead in the ladies room. If that was a joke, I must be a pretty sick human. Refugee camp is like a giant camp of hundreds of thousands of homeless people, an occasional case of rape and murder hardly faze anyone. My younger brother was murdered here...can't say I remembered him, we were all so young, I was maybe 3-4. Being so young, I don’t think I was too traumatized by all this, but we’ll talk again when I’m spending thousands of dollars for therapy in the future. My sister is three years older; I wonder how she takes in all this. I think she represses most of her childhood memories. I wonder how my parents survived the ordeal. Sometimes, when I look back and see how far they've come together, I'm a bit sadden by how they can't make the good times work.
Now as a kid, when faced with mortality, it's a bit hard to wrap your head around someone being there, and then not...so ghosts made perfect sense.
Back in high school me and my friends used to always go hiking at night though or haunted house stalking. Why do high schoolers love haunted places so much? Ghost hunting. What did we think we would do with the ghost if we found one? Did we think we could outrun a ghost? No, I figured I just need to outrun the smokers in the group. It was just good fun to go hike around at night with a bunch of friends.
Hmmm…I need to go pack my backpack for the hike; I figured I should get used to walking around with at least 10 of the expected 30lbs on my back… But I’m scared my roommate is still waiting around to play “Gotcha-Bitch!” Silly crawlie thingies and their addled sense of humor.