American people in Amityville, NY : this house is haunted because people died here.
French people in Paris, living atop old limestone quarries filled with six million dead bodies : what
Okay but have you considered: the ghosts of Paris are, with some exceptions (let me tell you!), placid because they are pacified. They are not alone – they are with others, buried with the remains of others and keeping good company in the next life. They are visited – hundreds of tourists a day, a year, a week, a month. They are given tributes, talked about and adored (?) and viewed with awe and wonder, just as the bones and ghosts of other European cities. Densely packed and romanticised, they don’t get lonely.
The ghosts of Amityville, NY, are alone. They sit six feet deep in cold dark graves, with some exceptions, or lie on stone tablets in cold, dark, wet mausoleums. Who will visit them there? Not me. Not you (well, maybe you, and I won’t tell you not too. Just be mindful of what you bring home, too.) Unless these people were extraordinary in their lifetimes, they won’t have many guests to entertain them. And who have they with them? Whose hands can they reach for, now that they have no flesh to touch us with? The nearest pit sometimes even yards away.
It’s a desolate place, the graveyard of our past two centuries. (Or more, how long has Amityville existed? Does it exist? How long will it go on for?)
The ghosts of new places are often alone, the ghosts of Paris rub up against one another and each one of us every single day. And what greater satisfaction do the dead have, than to be known and loved and visited?
A haunted doll mistaking a creepy android to be a bigger, stronger, haunted doll, and the creepy android mistaking the haunted doll as a smaller, sassier android.
Android: [gets hit with rain water and short circuits] Haunted Doll: H̷O̷L̴Y̷ ̶W̵A̷T̸E̷R̶ ̵W̴A̵T̴C̵H̴ ̶O̶U̷T̴
Haunted Doll, dying: N̶E̵E̸D̷ ̷S̸O̵U̵L̸S̷ Android: [opens the haunted doll’s back and replaces the batteries] Haunted Doll: A̶C̶C̷E̷P̸T̶A̷B̸L̵E̴ ̷S̴U̴B̸S̵T̸I̷T̷U̴T̵E̴
Android: [transfers their data into a better body] Haunted Doll: A̸ ̵F̴L̸A̷W̵L̷E̴S̵S̷ ̷B̶O̸D̶Y̵ ̷P̶O̵S̶S̵E̷S̶S̵I̷O̷N̴
I would love to see this movie or story. A creepy looking android that gained sentience and on the run decides to adopt this weird tiny abandoned android which is a haunted doll. They have some cute adventures where the android is all protective and caring to their new friend in their own way and the doll is trying to teach this giant doll how to use his ghost powers in that body and murdering people who pose a threat to them. Maybe complaining about how technologically advanced has changed the world so much and how they feel lost in it despite being here for so long. At best the android thinks the doll is talking about becoming obsolite, and at worst (but funnier) they think the doll is saying how they are literally lost and tells them they have gps so they can take them to where they want to go and the doll is just like this dumb new haunted doll…I gotta protect and nurture it before it dies from it’s naivette. Meanwhile an excorsist and some retrieval squad are tracking them down and they argue about what they’re going up against. Most of the retrieval squad don’t believe in the supernatural and thinks they found another defective android and the excorsist doesn’t understand technology that great so just assumes he’s dealing with two possessed items.
Exorcist: The power of Christ compels you Android: Error 666 Exorcist, crying: THE POWER OF CH
Because its the exact sort of petty use of dark arts you see in myth. But for once its done out of a supposedly benevolent cause rather than a malicious one.
Like that ghost of a miscarriage in an old Cracked.com article which was employed by its master for petty theft, but could be kept distracted if you put toys around your room.
…was that myth created by that cultures in order to justify not giving away your toys when you got older?
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