I'm of the opinion that everyone has at least had one experience with something that could be called supernatural. I certainly have a few. That's weird coming from me, an atheist. It's something I've tried to reconcile over the years, and I think this book helped. Because Corey Taylor is of the opinion that the two don't have much to do with each other. I thought about it and realized he is right. Just because ghosts exist doesn't mean that God does. It's weird, I know, but it makes sense when you approach it from a scientific point of view.
And Taylor does his best to do so. I don't know if I'm all in on his theories, but at the same time I also know what I have seen in my own life. I question if my imagination got the best of me, or if it was real, and I'm almost certain that in every case it really happened. That forces me to wonder why these things have happened. And how they happened.
What, indeed, is a ghost? Is it just a dead person's left over energy? Or did they have such an influence on a place that their personality somehow got implanted on it? And just because these things can happen, it doesn't mean there is a God. It means there is science. Maybe science we don't understand.
For example, we've always had magicians. They were so good in the Bible's Greatest Hits that they were considered supernatural. Miracles, even. But I'll bet you that Penn and Teller can figure out whatever they did and reproduce it live on stage.
But then magic is a weird thing. Someone in ancient Greece saw a storm and assumed that some god was angry with them. So they created Zeus, who lived at the top of the biggest mountain, and whenever he was angry, he threw lightning bolts at people. But then someone figured out what lightning really was. What thunder really was. Sometimes we experience things that we just don't understand. Yet.
But I'm convinced everyone has had some odd experience that they can't explain. Sometimes they'll say it was a ghost or something. Maybe it was? Or maybe we just don't understand the phenomenon just yet.
I had the most experiences at my grandparents' house when I was a kid. I live with my grandmother now (Gramps has since passed) in a different house, and she is convinced that this house is haunted. I've (almost) never had an incident here. Sometimes I get the weird feeling of being watched when no one is there, but that's probably just in my head. My grandmother says she's seen people.
The almost incident. We were screwing around with a Ouija board in the basement back in high school. One of the guys, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he suddenly stabbed himself in the leg with a pencil. Later he said that he saw someone coming down the stairs. At first he thought it was my grandfather, but then he saw it wasn't. That's when his eyes went back and something forced him to stab himself. Crazy, right? I say "almost" because he, too, is kind of crazy and has no problem with stabbing himself on occasion.
Here's the real story. My mom was out bowling with the man who would eventually become my stepfather, and I was at my grandparents' place. I was allowed to watch Dr. Who, and if they were feeling generous, I'd get to watch the Dave Allen Show after. But then they forced me to bed. I hate to agree with everyone, but Tom Baker was my favorite Doctor, and I loved his curly hair and wished my very straight hair would be curly. Why not? My dad had curly hair and always kept it short so his Italian 'fro wouldn't show. Why couldn't I have curly hair? So I started curling my hair with my fingers while I was in bed. I sometimes still do this if I'm nervous or distracted. I tried to break myself of the habit, but it's one I'll probably take to my grave. So there I was, in bed and curling my hair, waiting for sleep that would probably never come. I've always had insomnia.
Keep this in mind. What happened next, my grandparents tried to convince me was a dream. BUT I WAS WIDE AWAKE.
I should also mention that the headboard of the bed was so close to the wall that you could maybe drop a sheet of paper down there. Nothing thicker than that.
So I curled my hair in the near dark. The moon was bright through the window, so everything had a pale look.
The hand that was on my head, twirling my hair? SOMETHING GRABBED ME. I still feel a chill while thinking about it. Because I looked up, and I SAW A HAND REACHING UP FROM BEHIND THE HEADBOARD, AND AS SOON AS I SAW IT, IT RETREATED.
I screamed, and when my grandparents came in, they said it was just a dream.
I told this story to one of my brothers years later, and he went pale. He then told me the same thing, more or less, had happened to him. Different house, though. And then he told me this story my mom had never told me about when it had happened to her, too. (Same house on that one.)
So something happened. Something grabbed us. I don't know what it was. The universe is a weird place. When you think you're touching something, you're not. You're feeling the pressure of the atoms between you and that thing. When you look at something that is green, it's not. It's all colors except for green because that's the color the object reflects. So with illusions like that, why not ghosts? Or something that we just don't know yet?
One last thing. About the book this time. Corey Taylor has a natural instinct for a horror story. He calls the first haunted house he experienced the Cold House. Just the phrase enough is chilling, no pun intended. I would love to see him write a collection of horror stories.