Fear is healthy, it keeps us alive and safe. But it can also make us do really stupid things, like assume every person who wears a shemagh is a terrorist. I didn't have a classic fear response in a haunted location until 2017. The classic fear response is also known as fight or flight. You know it because you have experienced it. A long time ago, some dumb cave person saw a snake and thought it would be a great pet, or thought it might be good eats. So this big shaggy-browed, mouth breather picked up the snake and surprise, it bit him! Yeah sure, all his fellow cave aficinados probably thought it was funny as poop until the snake-bit troglodyte dropped dead. Thus our inherent fear of snakes was created. This was the time our modern day brains evolved. We basically have the almost exact same brain. Same brain, new fears, like: terrorists, flying Southwest in a window seat, and anything on the Taco Bell menu.
Fear is a very complex process that happens in several parts of the brain. And while our fear response is automatic and completely out of our control, I do believe it can sometimes be an option. Let me explain. I wasn't always the fearless solo ghost hunting bad-ass you see in my videos. Sometimes I would let my imagination get carried away and in certain situations would feel fear. I am a retail manager at a mom and pop business and part of my closing duties is to walk the floor after we lock up and turn off all the lights.
Many, many years ago during the winter months I was doing just that. Now it is well known that this little store is haunted. And sometimes that knowledge would be skittering around my neurotic brain while I walked alone in the dark. Well, one night I heard something very unexpected that sounded like someone was still on the floor. That got a little fear into me, but I kept going. About the middle of the store I unexpectedly heard someone running toward me from behind. When I turned to look all I saw was a sort of cloaked, transparent being just kinda fly over me and make a whooshing sound as it did. Needless to say, I got genuinely spooked. Big time. I mean on the verge of poop inducing. I skedaddled over to the brightly lit offices in the back where the cashiers were counting money. When they saw me they could tell something had happened.
Fast forward many years and I'm hunkered down alone in a very tight, claustrophobic, pitch black cubbyhole where Grant Wilson saw the face of a presumed civil war prisoner peering up at him from the window of the cell where he was imprisoned more than two hundred years ago. And I had zero fear. For me, for whatever crazy reason, fear was an option and I chose not to feel it. And I was unbelievably inebriated. No I wasn't. I'm just kidding of course. What it really came down to is this one simple thing, no one has been seriously injured by a ghost. At least not to my knowledge. So what's the worst that can happen?
Now that doesn't mean I haven't been startled. Yes, that will happen, undoubtedly. And you may find yourself in a situation where you might feel fear. Perfectly natural. Just don't let it win. Don't let it stop you from moving forward. And you will probably, eventually, end up in a place with a being who instantly doesn't like you, as I did here in Texas. These beings have a way of getting under your skin by doing things they know will freak you out. This will be a bit of a challenge as it was for me. If you feel this being has the potential to hurt you, back off. Real simple. Do not provoke it. Just as they say you should never look a growling angry dog in the eyes, you probably don't want to challenge an angry spirit, unless you're into that sorta thing you flaky degenerate.
And for the love of birsket, please don't make a complete ass of yourself and run screaming out of the place like a little bitch, the name Zak comes to mind for some reason, I don't know why. Nothing could be more embarrassing. So don't do it. Stand your ground, unless you're getting an ass-beating, then you can run. Remember, surviving your first one will probably be the hardest won battle, but when it's over, and you're dragging you exhausted ass back to the hotel, you will know in your heart that you have just become one bad-ass mother-fu@$er, or daddy-fu%&er. Feel the fear if you must, then get over yourself and move forward.