Ghost Hunting part deux

Let me just jump to the juicy stuff right away.  I did not catch a ghost, but it certainly wasn’t from my lack of effort.  I brought my Costco sized pickle jar and everything.  When My Honey found it in our suitcase wrapped up in my pajamas he just looked at me.

Me trying to replicate the "ghost in the mirror" pic from their site.

Honestly, the man deserves some sort of medal for putting up with my silliness.

It occurred to me on the two hour drive up there that I should probably have some bait for the jar.  It struck me like an epiphany: REESE’S PIECES.  Hey, if it worked for an extra terrestrial, then surely it would work for a ghost, right? Besides, the ghost I really wanted was the little girl and certainly she would be drawn in by candy.

Guess what was in the vending machine at the hotel?  YES, Reese’s Pieces. What were the odds? It’s not like they’re the most popular candy ever.  I swear, it’s like they wanted me to catch their ghost.

When we checked in, the front desk clerk told me our room wasn’t haunted when I asked him.  Feeling confident, I told him that really remained to be seen. The room was totally charming and I could see a ghost being very content in there.  When we left for some dinner, I left the open jar on the bed, but without the bait.  I wanted the ghost to get used to the idea of the jar, to get comfortable with it, just like you do a cat with a cat carrier.  I figured the little ghost girl could flit in and out so that later, when there was bait, she wouldn’t hesitate.

My Honey was not excited about me targeting the child ghost.  He figured, on our one night away from our own children, we shouldn’t be inviting little kids in who cry all night.  He could just imagine she’d want to climb in bed and hog the covers just like our biological children do.

Whatever.  There was no point in worrying about it.  She didn’t show up, and I’d know because I didn’t sleep well.  It had nothing to do with worrying about spectral beings or anything like that.  Somehow I just don’t sleep well in hotels. Regardless, I’d have heard her crying.  All I heard was a maintenance man going up and down our hall.

My Honey was quick to point out that I didn’t count how many Reese’s Pieces I put in the jar, which was a good point, but there were still plenty in there come morning.

When The Bandit told what the deal was with the pickle jar and the candy, he suggested that perhaps the ghost would have simply preferred the pickles.  Clearly, I had never thought of that.  It’s entirely possible that so many people have tried to seduce her with candy that pickles would have been a happy change of pace.

Well, we plan to go to that hotel many more times.  It’s just such a cool place.  Next time I want to stay in either the Clark Gable room or the Marilyn Monroe Suite.

One thing I did learn that is of the utmost value: 2 M&M + 3 Reese’s Pieces = Deliciousness in your mouth.

Candy mixology.  Just another service I provide.