It's still snowing here. There were a few days of thaw in which my pond melted enough to let three dead fish surface but it's been iced over for almost three months and I have doubts that I'll see any survivors in spring. I have never before had a fish die of freezing. One of those fish has been in there for over ten years. He's not dead yet, I hope, but he'll be getting lonely soon unless the global warmers can produce what they promise. So far they have produced the opposite, garnished with lies.
Nothing ghostly to report. I, like other investigators, look out at the weather and think 'No, sod it'. We're not freezing to death on the off-chance of catching a photo which, let's face it, is down to luck and will be called a fake anyway. Besides, the chances of joining the dead are enhanced by black ice and lack of grit on the roads. There's no point in proving the existence of the afterlife when you're already in it.
So I'll have to find something else to talk about. There's no way I'm going ghosthunting in temperatures like this.
I don't want to be one, not just yet.