Steven Spielberg's name was all over 'Poltergeist,' and 'E.T.' was out the same year, which every single parent took their child to. So despite 'Poltergeist' being a horror movie, I convinced my parents to let me see it. It was terrifying. I guess this says a lot about me as a six-year-old, because I loved it.
Demon. Gremlin. Poltergeist. Ghost. Phantom. Spirit. Shadow. Ghoul. Devil. People are afraid of them, so they relegate their existence to stories, volumes of books that can be closed and put on the shelf or left behind at a bed and breakfast; they clench their eyes shut, so they will see no evil. But trust me when I tell you that the zebra is real. Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.
The terms we use for what is considered supernatural are woefully inadequate. Beyond such terms as ghost, specter, poltergeist, angel, devil, or spirit, might there not be something more our purposeful blindness has prevented us from understanding? We accept the fact that there may be other worlds out in space, but might there not be other worlds here? Other worlds, in other dimensions, coexistent with this? If there are other worlds parallel to ours, are all the doors closed? Or does one, here or there, stand ajar?
God forbid I should bleed to death, eh? Then you'd have to cart around my rotting corpse. (Kyrian) Could you be any more morbid? Jeez, who was your idol growing up? Boris Karloff? (Amanda) Hannibal, actually. (Kyrian) You're trying to scare me, aren't you? Well, it won't work. I grew up in a house with an angry poltergeist and two sisters who used to conjure demons just to fight them. Buster, I've seen it all and your gallows humor isn't working on me. (Amanda)
THE WHISPER OF YOUR NAME MAKES YOUR BLOOD GO AS COLD AS ICE SUCK YOU THROUGH THE TV LIKE MY HOMIES DID IN POLTERGEIST SAY MY NAME THRICE AND I AM GIVING YOU THE BUSINESS ME AND THREE ASSISTANTS ARE FUCKING UP YOUR CHRISTMAS YOU AREN'T ALONE AT HOME, NO YOUR APARTMENT IS HAUNTED IF YOU CAN EVEN SEE ME DUDE, YOU MUST BE HALEY JOEL OSMENT- I'M AWESOME YOU HEARD OF LIMBO? CUZ THAT'S WHERE I'M FROM BEHOLD THE DESTRUCTOR! THE TRAVELER HAS COME AND I'M A SPASM HAVIN' PHANTASM, ECTOPLASM SPLATTERS I AIN'T FRIENDLY DUDE, YOU'VE GOT ME CONFUSED WITH CASPER AND YOUR SKEPTICISM ISN'T VERY GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN ME? SOON YOU WON'T BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!
Schaffer the Darklord
But soon the poltergeist ran out of ideas in connection with Aunt Maud and became, as it were, more eclectic. All the banal motions that objects are limited to in such cases, were gone through in this one. Saucepans crashed in the kitchen; a snowball was found (perhaps, prematurely) in the icebox; once or twice Sybil saw a plate sail by like a discus and land safely on the sofa; lamps kept lighting up in various parts of the house; chairs waddled away to assemble in the impassable pantry; mysterious bits of string were found on the floor; invisible revelers staggered down the staircase in the middle of the night; and one winter morning Shade, upon rising and taking a look at the weather, saw that the little table from his study upon which he kept Bible-like Webster open at M was standing in a state of shock outdoors, on the snow (subliminally this may have participated in the making of lines 5-12). I imagine, that during the period the Shades, or at least John Shade, experienced a sensation of odd instability as if parts of the everyday, smoothly running world had got unscrewed, and you became aware that one of your tires was rolling beside you, or that your steering wheel had come off.