There's a park near here with a small pond and walking trails called Wood Lake Nature Center. Occasionally, I'll go walking down there. It's almost always during the daytime. Well, a few weeks ago, I went very early in the morning. The sun hadn't even come up yet. And as I started walking down the paths, it was a little hard to see. While there's no lighting along the paths, a tiny bit of light from the surrounding city illuminates everything just enough that you know you're not going to trip over anything. Or at least you would hope that's true. At that hour of the morning, a light mist also covers everything. So, even though I'm the hugest atheist and really don't believe in anything spooky, everything looks a little, well.. spooky at that time of the day.
It wasn't too bad until suddenly I let my imagination get away from me. I glanced at one of the many benches that line the paths and thought, 'Gee, I hope the woman memorialized on that bench's plaque doesn't haunt these trails, walking them forever and ever.' And now I can't walk there at dusk or dawn anymore. And I've renamed it The Haunted Pond.