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322 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 19, 2006

I'm now convinced that there is evidence of something following death. Because ghosts exist. There really are such things as apparitions and EVP and poltergeists and heavy breathing in old rooms in the night. And humans, being humans, feel compelled to explain that. But they can't. It's only the faithful who think they can. In this regard, Christians are just the same as witches and druids and anti-Satan vigilantes and skeptical monsterologists and hard rational scientists. They all think they've got answers, but really, they're all wildly theorizing. The simple truth is—nobody knows. Nobody, not Dr. Salter, Dr. Garvey, Father Bill, or The Founder, knows what happens when our brains finally flicker off. We're in the dark about death and the purpose of existence. And an awful lot of people, it seems, are scared of the dark. This is the thing I've learned over the last twelve months about blind belief in the supernatural: faith is for the frightened. These are the things that scare humans more than anything else—death, loneliness and guilt. That's the ominous three, the holy trinity of dread. If you sign up for a supernatural belief like Christianity, these timeless worries disappear in a puff of incensed smoke. Death? No worries. Paradise awaits you. Lonely? Don't be daft—God loves you and is with you always. Guilt? Just say the word, and you will be forgiven.
And it's not just the Christians. There's a certain kind of ghost-believer that's victim to this same syndrome. They use ghosts, just as Dr. Salter said, to make themselves feel more important or to convince themselves that their dead friends, family and lovers are'nt just Spam for maggots. They use their cod logic to bring order and meaning to their chaotic and seemingly meaningless lives. And some of them use it to dress themselves up as instant experts. You can say anything you like about ghosts and, providing you do it with enough authority, you'll get your own slot on satellite TV.
But not all the ghost-convinced are like this. Because if you strip away all the nonsense, you're left with something that most Christians will never have. You're left with evidence. Genuine, unexplained, skull-bucklingly fantastic evidence. For me, the extraordinary truth about ghosts doesn't lie in the individual experiences of one witness or another. It lies in the patterns. That, perhaps, four or five other people heard breathing in that room before me, doesn't make it four or five times more interesting, it makes it one of the most incredible mysteries in the world. Just like the previous occupants of Annie's room, the many victims of poltergeists, the worldwide thousands who've recorded EVP, the routinely spooked visitors to Michelham Priory, the young brothers who talked to the woman in their bathroom, it's the chorus of humans who are experiencing the same things, evidence of intelligent ghosts, that make this subject so profound and wondrous and universal....
As for the hard skeptics, I think that to believe so passionately in the existence of nothing that isn't immediately obvious is to suffer the most gigantic failure of intelligence and imagination. The universe—the reality in which we exist—is such an immeasurable, unbelievable and, ultimately, unknowable thing. And the only thing I know for sure is that it's a stranger place than any human has the capacity to imagine. (pp.306-8)