Do you ever get the feeling that you’re not alone? Do you feel cold chills race up your
back? Does the hair stand on the back of
your neck, even when there’s no one around? Do you wake up in the morning and find your Cheetos are missing? Does your refrigerator seem to hold a portal
to an alternate dimension? Does your
house suck your children into the TV where they can only be rescued by a Southern
midget psychic?

If so, you might have ghosts. Now, I’m not Dr. Peter Venkman, so I can’t
properly diagnose if your house is indeed a spawning point for Zuul, but the
Solid Alliance Ghost Radar probably can. That’s why I recommend you head over to Everything USB and pick yourself
up one ASAP.

The way the USB Ghost Radar works is it detects spikes in
electromagnetic patterns like an EMF reader used by professional ghost hunters
(I know, I know, oxymoron). When you get
yourself an electromagnetic freak-out, you’ve got lights and noises. So when your USB Ghost Radar detects a ghost,
you get yourself your very own ghost rave.

Now, because I like to pretend you guys care about MY life,
I have a ghost story. You can stop
reading here if you want, but you’ll be missing the best part of the story, so
I tell myself.

When I was in college, we were about 15 minutes away from
what was known as the haunted bridge. It
was the site of a Civil War battleground that was a hotbed of paranormal
activity. Needless to say, as a huge
dork, I was there constantly.

Being the way I am, I’d deliberately try to antagonize the
ghosts by whistling Dixie or whatever, and normally I’d
feel some activity. Cold spots, strange
noises, orbs, the usual stuff. Of
course, I’d never had anything follow me back home.

Except for one time.

On the drive home, the lights in my car went out. My headlights. So I pulled over, turned the car off and back
on, fiddled with the lights, and they came back. So I kept going back to my dorm room. I get into my room, turn on the lights, and
sit down at my computer. My computer promptly
messes up. Not unusual, since this was
Windows 98. So I restart. And it freezes up and crashes again. And then a third time.

The entire time , I feel something behind me. The back of my neck is nothing but prickles,
and I’m freezing cold in the relatively warm spring night. Whatever it was, I’d irritated it to the
point where it wasn’t going away. I
actually had to call up a friend who has experience in all that supernatural
mumbo-jumbo to talk me through blessing my dorm room to get whatever it was
out.

Needless to say, I stopped harassing ghosts.

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