Ok, so I am still at the Stanley Hotel (see previous entry) and this afternoon I found 3 people wandering the corridor, looking in all the nooks and crannies.
“Looking for ghosts?” I ask cheerily.
Yes, they say, only a little sheepishly. “Have you seen any?”
“No,” I say, “but apparently no one guest survives the night in 415. They check out by dawn.”
“That’s what they say.”
“So have you seen anything?”
“No,” I say, “what’s the camera for.”
“Well,” they say, only a little sheepishly, “it can pick up ghosts.”
I nod sagely.
“But we don’t need a camera. We picked something up in this hall way.”
I can’t resist, “I’m pretty lifelike, aren’t I?”
What a look those phantom seekers gave me! The older woman actually hopped back a step. And the younger one took my picture.
This is an entry about the new credulity. And the things anthropologist will do for data.