Most Haunted. It’s the kind of show you stumble across after the Mets win in the 14th inning and for some unknown reason you are not quite ready to hit the hay. I think it is my best guilty pleasure for the following reasons:
- The host who comes on at the end of the show to explain why everything you have just seen is likely hooey.
- It’s in “W”, the network formerly known as “Woman’s TV” or something like that. I am not a “W” person. I cannot bear Debbie Travis. Debbie Travis is on “W” every three hours.
- Green-grey night vision goggle filming of séances with people saying “did you hear that” or “I can’t stay in this room a moment longer” or “She is here. In that corner…right…there” over and over.
- Elementary school ouiji-boarding ‘fraidy-cat hosts and para-normalists apparently getting really scared over and over week after week except for the fact that this is their job and their hobby and they are supposed to know a lot about things that go “boo”.
Best. Reality. Show. Ever.