Let's get down to brass tacks reloaded
Dateline: right now. You're probably sitting there thinking to yourself "Berry, how do you feel about ghosts and the supernatural?" First off that's a damn fine question and I'd like to thank you for asking. Real good work.
To answer I'd have to say I think ghosts are pretty much pussies. I've been trying to get one to pop up around my place and scare me for years, yet they refuse. Why, are they afraid I'll bust their ghostly lip open if I catch them creeping around my house? Fine I can understand that (I know Taebo.) Then I took my show on the road.
I snuck into an abandoned hotel that was supposed to be crawling with ghosts and spirits and whatnot. It was dark and creepy as Hell and I figured "alright this is it. There's bound to be something about to jump up and freak me out." So there I was in the middle of the night walking around an abandoned old building all alone. Armed only with a crappy little flashlight I walked up down the halls and up the stairs and into the rooms and all over the place. I heard some weird noises a couple of times, but mostly I just had to take a dump really bad. As I walked around waiting for the super spooky that just had to be around the next corner I was continually leaving little pockets of pungent gas all over the place. About a half hour or so of just being bored and having to crap and absolutely nothing. Spook factor zero.
So basically I went into the ghosts' house and farted up the place and they didn't even try to retort. I started thinking about planning a trip to another location but then I thought why bother? How powerful could these things be if they let me walk around in their own dojo, farting at will and fearing no reprisal? You think they'd at least go for the Glade. With the peeping turtle I was sportin' that night I'm sure I reeked that place out something fierce and what did they do about it? Nothing, they just sat there and took it. No wonder they're dead.
Berry 1, ghosts 0.