Fewer Americans think so than ever before.
Watching a poltergeist, possessed doll, ghost of a serial killer, or other ethereal, evil-minded entity terrorize a family at home gets a pretty consistent reaction from me.
“Why are they not packing their bags, selling the house, and moving already? Seriously, I wouldn’t spend another hour in the place,” I emphatically tell my husband. “They are just asking to get chopped to bits in the basement, and, then, there goes the resale value.”