Ghost (Without the pottery wheel scene)

I started a post last night. Since I woke up at 3-ish in the morning with my computer sleeping happily next to me... I suppose it wasn't very good since I made myself fall asleep. I don't know what happened to it... I guess it got lost in the dark murky waters of the intertubes. I didn't have my notebook with me (let's recap: it's the one where I've been writing all of my ideas for the past two months I haven't had steady internet access) so I think I was winging it. It's probably for the best. I wouldn't want to tarnish my image with a not-well-though-out post.

There's a group of friends I haven't seen in a long time. I like to call them my "midnight showing friends."

I love movies. I love them so much, I see them the night before they come out. For the unaware, many big theaters play many big movies at midnight the day before they come out. So if you are really into a movie, that's when you want to see it (because you just couldn't possibly wait 19 hours and see it the next night). The heavens must have aligned, because there was a string of movies that came out that were worthy of midnight viewings. The first three Star Wars movies, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Spiderman (maybe a couple of other superhero movies), etc. I would see the same people at every midnight showing.

I had midnight movie buddies.

If you go see the new Spiderman movie, chances are you might notice a man or woman holding hands with the shortest Spiderman ever. It only takes finding a spiderman Halloween mask when you've already got Spidey jammies.

Seeing a kid dressed up as a movie character is one thing (a cute thing, even) but seeing a fully-grown man dressed up in a jedi costume that he's certainly spent months sewing is something different.

It's awesome.

Seeing a room full of people dressed up as Jedi, wookies, Darth Vaders, Boba Fetts, etc. is unreal.

If you've never been to a midnight showing... wow. It's not a normal movie-going experience. First, logic tells you that to see a, say, 7:00 PM show, you should probably get there by 6:40 or so to get a good seat. Well, for these super duper special showings, to see a 12:01AM show, you should probably be there by, eh, 8:00 PM. Maybe earlier. Seriously. Crazy stuff.

To keep ourselves busy (I use "our" because, hey, I was one of the crazies there [though I wasn't dressed up, nor did I even have a plastic lightsaber or anything] ) there were lightsaber fights up front by the screen. Some guys had the store-bought telescoping plastic lightsabers and those broke quickly. Then there were the ones that had their own hand-made lightsabers with PVC pipes as the blade. The ones that made their own lightsabers, yeah they could fight with them too. Have you ever seen the old internet meme video of the kid performing lightsaber fighting technique (AKA swinging a stick wildly)? It was like that... but with two people.

One of these stretches of time spent waiting for the show to start, I , well...

I heard a ghost.

The seats in front of me were empty but there was a voice coming from them. It was loud enough to hear it, but not loud enough for me to understand what the words were. It had an ethereal, distant sound that made me think at first that maybe there was a radio or something sitting under the seat in front of me. I scooted myself around and craned my neck. No radio.

But the voice kept on.

I was weirded out, to say the least. From what I could make out, the voice wasn't speaking to me. Maybe it was having ghostly small talk with other theater-haunting spooks.

Someone who had taken more science classes than I did would probably take note of the shape of the theater. Big. Curving. There's apparently a few factors that when they come together, can create wonderful things.

Like a normal voice from one side of the theater bouncing off the movie screen and landing on the other side.

I told the people I were with, and they were awestruck. After a few minutes, though, we figured it out. We even looked around the room and finally matched the words with the lip movements of a girl on the other side of the theater.

If she only knew how haunting she was.