The only thing I have to worry about, according to shows like "Ghost Hunters," is that these disembodied spirits will make one section of my home eight degrees warmer than another or creek my floor boards. These actions may cause some people to sell their homes and run for the hills, but I find them a minor inconvenience.
I remember hearing many years ago that the house on Long Island where "The Amityville Horror" took place, was up for sale at a very good price, but no one wanted to purchase it because of its spooky history. If I had lived in that area at the time, I would have jumped on it. So what if voices are telling me to "get out" or "beware" that is hardly going to be enough to get me to pack up my bong and leave. I'm a stubborn son of a bitch and it's going to take a hell of a lot more than that to get me out. As a matter of fact, I'm willing to bet that I could get that ghost to leave first, and I wouldn't need the help of some silly priest to do so. By the time I was finished with that uninvited phantasm, it would be wishing it had stayed in the grave.
The Amityville house apparently had some kind of portal to Hell in the basement where evil spirits passed back and forth on the weekends to watch football and order pizza. From what I remember in the book, a priest was call in an attempt to shut the gateway down, which would prevent the spirits from entering our world, this I feel, was a big mistake. Had that been my home I would have taken advantage of this doorway by tossing my garbage into it, and not just my garbage, but everybody's garbage. Imagine having a place we could all dump our waste instead of filling up our junkyards and landfills. We could take the giant patch of garbage floating in the Pacific Ocean, and stuff it all in that hole. Let that big dummy Satan, deal with our discarded milk jugs and empty tubes of Vagisil. Let the lord of darkness step in my gum and slip on my used condoms, whos gonna care if he complains?
And what if Satan decides to 'possess' me or my goldfish as retaliation for writing "Portal-Potty" above his gateway and allowing people to use it as a toilet? So what, that doesn't frighten me. If he enters my fish I'm just going to flush it down the toilet and get another one. If he enters me, I'll hire the ghost of Clarence Darrow to sue his ass for sexual assault. I'll end up owning Hell and all of Satan's possessions. I almost hope he tries something, just so I can kick his ass.
I don't want to sound like I'm some tuff guy, scoffing at the irrational fears of ignorant people, I have plenty of my own irrational fears. I actually loose sleep at night worrying about giant robots stomping through my neighbourhood with their big metal feet ruining my lawn and crushing my petunias. The odds of that actually happening are probably no more than 30%, so its not something I should be frightened of, yet I am.
So, I guess we all have our own mental hurtles to overcome, but just like I don't go around warning people to put a roll bar in their car in case it gets stepped on by a sixty foot robot, I wish people wouldn't tell me to "be careful" when I hang out at the grave yard. There are no ghosts, there are no demons, and there are certainly not any giant robots coming to crush your flowerbed (yet).