It was date night for my husband and I. We decided to go to the movies. What we watched is irrelevant…What I watched alone was significant.
I remember being in that mellow, hypnotic mood where I loose myself in the movie. Something tugged on the left edge of my peripheral vision. I turned my head towards my husband when I spied a hand reaching towards his popcorn. It was a woman’s hand with long fingernails and withered skin knuckles. This was not the hand of the living.
As soon as my eyes made contact with the hand, “Uh, oh…caught me!” echoed silently as the hand paused its reach and I continued to stare. All I could think was, “Whoa! Cool! Do ghosts eat popcorn?” I took my time looking at the hand, fully aware that it would vanish the instant I looked away.
I looked down to see my husbands hands resting on his thighs. As expected, the withered hand was gone when I looked up.
Upon sharing my experience with one of my ghosty gal pals, she shared with me, “Oh, I never go to the movie theaters. There are too many ghosts that like to hang out in there.” I’ll have to ask at the next investigation if she, too, wonders if ghosts eat popcorn.
Eeekk. I rarely go to movies except with friends if it’s a narnia or harry potter movie. I’m planning to go watch tangled this saturday…if there are any ghosts there, I hope they don’t eat my popcorn!
Creepy! Never thought about theaters that way before.
Ghosts in theaters! Wow! The moral of your story is either don’t buy popcorn or join Netflix.
Vi