Most embarrassing moment as a paranormal enthusiast?

Right, I need cheering up and I reckon we've all got a horror story. Mine: I was absolutely convinced my flat in Hackney was haunted - mysterious cold spots, creaking sounds at three in the morning, the lot. Spent about two hundred quid on equipment, stayed up all night recording, the works. Got all excited, showed my mates.

Turns out the radiator pipes were just knackered and making a racket, and my neighbour upstairs was a shift worker coming home at odd hours. The 'cold spots' were draughts from a dodgy window seal. Most embarrassing part? I'd been telling people for weeks that my place was properly haunted. One mate still won't let me live it down.

Please tell me I'm not alone in this kind of nonsense!

Oh mate, that's brilliant and I'm sorry but also not sorry because we've ALL been there. I got caught in the rain on Pendle Hill at midnight with full EMF equipment because I 'sensed a presence.' There was no presence. There was just me, soaked to the bone, looking like a proper twat, whilst a farmer watched from his kitchen window. The worst part? I went back three times.

Most embarrassing moment as a paranormal enthusiast?

I once convinced my entire book club that my kitchen was haunted because of 'unexplained knocking sounds.' Turned out to be the washing machine on spin cycle in the flat below. I'd not even checked. The shame was real. But you know what? At least we're trying to explain the unexplained. Sometimes we just explain the obvious instead. Such is life!

This is why I love this community. We're all just a bit mad and we know it. Keeps us humble, innit?