In the grand old carnival tradition of bearded ladies and one-eyed men The Haunted Collector puts on quite a show . . . while relieving you of your valuables
My relationship with my partner Jennifer has over the years been likened to a segment of Dharma and Greg in that the differences between us have often times led to unexpected turns and unplanned journeys into the unknown.
This can and does have its humorous side including the fact that if not for her I would have never been introduced to the show The Haunted Collector.
Now let me state with unequivocal certainty that I liken television programs that profess to dealing with the paranormal as little more that carnival sideshows in which the professional teams of experts – with one they are Roto Rooter men by day, and night stalkers by . . . well you know, night – employ johnjingleheimerschmidt gadgetry that alerts the audience to purported paranormal activity through a series of whirs and whizzes and flashing lights. It is really quite a show!
Truth be told, and outside of a few bumps in the night, there has been little evidence that anything is at work beyond over-active imaginations.
This being said, outside of a passing interest that has more to do with my walking into the room when Jennifer has tuned in to the shows, nothing has really gotten and sustained my attention . . . that is until yesterday when I watched a show called the Haunted Collector.
The premise of the Haunted Collector through the services rendered by this crack team of paranormal eradicators is quite simple. Believing that ghostly spirits attach themselves to material artifacts such as typewriters, army bayonets and other such earthly possessions, famed demonologist (I didn’t even know that this was a word yet alone a professional designation) John Zaffis, visits the site of a reported haunting and identifies the item that is its source.
The end result after both a daytime and prerequisite night time investigation including the use of the aforementioned ghostbuster gear, is that the item’s owner invariably “donates” the usually valuable antique to Zaffis’ museum.
It is at this point that a comment by Jennifer ultimately led to my writing this post. Specifically, as we were watching the closing credits of the show which includes a shot of Zaffis adding to his museum yet another treasure from his intrepid adventures, the ownership of which he relived from the now ghost-free client, Jennifer wondered why Zafiss himself is not subjected to same haunting activity? Hmmm . . . you would think that if one material possession could cause quite a stir, that multiple items would create a cacophonous maelstrom.
Then it dawned on me, what a great way to make a living and in the process, land your own television series.
Like the carnival barkers of old promising to woo and amaze, Zaffis’ machinations rarely disappoint. Even with his cautionary caveat that his findings and resulting removal of the offending items have, at least to this point in time, appeased the lingering spirits – the ultimate non-guarantee, one cannot help but buy a ticket to his centre stage, three-ring escapades.
I can only wonder what’s next . . . you know sir that brand new big screen TV seems to have some unusual paranormal activity around it . . . perhaps it fell off the shelf onto an unsuspecting stock person at the Best Buy warehouse, and for whatever reason this individual wants me to have it – I mean let me remove it for you so you can resume your normally peaceful life. By the way, is that your Porsche in the driveway . . .
What’s great about this is that Zaffis actually gets the owner to ask him on camera to relieve them of their property so there can be no question that said ownership is transferred to him.
Perhaps I am being overly cynical . . . what do you think, is Zaffis and the panoply of other ghostbusters and paranormal activity hunters for real or is this just another piece of entertaining television dressed up as a legitimate endeavour? Or to put it another way, do you believe in ghosts?