Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Haunted Highway My Eye
Okay, so most of you know about my love for all things paranormal. Whether it's the inexplicable way my dog keeps getting on the dining room table in the middle of the night, or the haunted bathroom in my husband's elementary school, or watching paranoramal shows on TV, or playing with my own EMF detector on my iPhone (yes, I downloaded an app for that), it's all fascinating to me. So, needless to say I was kind of excited about a new show, "Haunted Highway," on Syfy last night. I hunkered down on the couch next to my convalescing, appendix-less daughter, and waited with great anticipation for the start of the show. I hadn't read about it beforehand, but to me the title spoke for itself. This must be a show about haunted highways. Right? Oooh, creepy and spine tingly - yes? Not exactly. Not even remotely.
Without going into boring detail, it was NOT a show about haunted highways (which I would have loved, by the way). It was a show about "investigating" places that are "purported" to be "haunted" - - places that you can get to from . . . you guessed it . . . a highway. Well, I'm sorry. I can get to my grocery store from the highway. I can get to just about any place from the highway. And most of those places are probably not haunted. The "investigations" were less than investigatory, and to make matters worse - - one of the "investigators" was Jack Osbourne. Yes. THAT Jack Osbourne. I really have nothing against Jack Osbourne. But honestly, all I could think about while watching him was wacky Ozzy, America's Got Talent (with their British judge Sharon), and his chubby sister who is now not so chubby.
I was disappointed. I was looking forward to being scared and creeped out and feeling the hair on the back of my neck stand up straight. Instead, all I felt was gypped.
I shall not watch Haunted Highway again - - - instead, I think I would rather watch Pawn Stars or a rerun of Cupcake Wars. Sigh.