Watching Most Haunted is always an interesting experience. I mean, I believe in that shit because I've had a couple too many experiences to just write off, but there's always just the faintest whiff of greasepaint about their stuff. Stuff you can easily reason away etc.
The stuff that really amuses me are the things they don't seem to understand, like asking someone to make puddles further to the ones they'd already found, and phrasing it like "can you give us more water," only to find a tap fitting on the stairs. (This is the level of sarcasm I wish to attain once I'm dead.) Or, today, when they received a rain of coins apparently from nowhere, and the total count revealed 16 pennies.
There are 8 crew members and pennies were what used to be placed over the eyes of the dead. The knowledge of that seemed to be lost on them.
Tho I've never really finished anything with them (due to my own weird circumstances), I started writing last year about three accidental ghost hunters, so I like storing away these ideas for if / when I ever do write more about them. I like the characters so perhaps... but it's a bit of an overdone genre and I've read too much other stuff that's far better than my own shitty writing.
Then, of course, there are always the episodes that jump the shark. Today's did that, and not just because they were incapable of pronouncing Codnor properly.
No ignition source, eh? Well, if you knock that conspicuous red ribbon that coincidentally happened to be where the fire started off, then I guess you can't find that same ignition source, right..?
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.