Rachel Clapp WCNC

Okay, I hate scary things. I hate scary movies. I hate going to see anything remotely scary. I prefer shows like Rock of Love and the Real Housewives of Orange County. But, when I organized the Charlotte Area Paranormal Society (CAPS) shoot I wasn't thinking it would be that scary. I thought, you know, we'll go out with some people, wave some wands, and be home by Leno. Think again.

Our first stop was a cemetery the CAPS people coined "cemetery bravo." We hiked into the woods to an old abandoned cemetery. I promptly banged my shin against a grave I couldn't see. (Note: if you go out with ghost hunters, take a flashlight).

It wasn't that scary until they started sensing some spirits and their electromagnetic field thing went off. All I know is there were five lights on the thing, four were going off and one of the leaders of the group said, "Make the fifth light go off." Well, it went off. Then she said, "Make it red for 30 seconds." It was red for 30 seconds. That was enough for me. I was ready to get out of there.

Next stop was Lake Todd's Fish Camp in Cabarrus County. When we got there the owner talked about the blood that was on the floor when his family bought the restaurant. He talked about it being a brothel and an illegal gambling house back in the day. I was freaked out.

When the CAPS turned off all the lights, they played music to entice the spirits. "Blue Velvet" came pouring from the stereo. Do you know that song? It is creepy when you listen to it, especially when all the lights are off. The guy told me to look at this toy plane they had hanging from the ceiling. He said when the plane moves, it's a good sign there's something paranormal going on. Well guess what? Bobby and I looked up and the stupid plane was moving. That's all I needed. Blue Velvet and a plane moving. Bobby Sisk, save me. I grabbed his arm like he was my boyfriend.

And that wasn't all! The real creepiness came when we got back and loaded the photos. You'll have to see for yourself Monday night at 11. And when you watch, think of me behind the scene, banging into graves (no disrespect meant) and on the verge of tears when the plane moves... hello? Don't you want to be a television producer?

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