I’m going to start off by saying that I don’t really believe in the supernatural. Which if you ever meet me you might think that’s odd. I love horror, the occult, and everything that goes bump in the night. But I don’t believe in it. Which is a shame because I wish I did. Over the years the idea of magic or anything supernatural has been replaced with hard science and facts. Which has its benefits I like being a well-rounded person. It’s important to know how the world really works and unfortunately, it seems like fewer people care about that. The rejection of modern science is something I will truly never understand, but that’s getting away from my point. Part of me wants to have that sort of innocence back. I want to believe, I just can’t and I hate that. I‘m going to leave you with one thought. I once told someone Holloween is my favorite holiday because I feel like it’s the closest point where two worlds can converge. And even though I don’t believe in the supernatural I still hold on to that for some reason. I don’t know how to end this so maybe I just won’t.