The series actually began as a feature-length documentary on the then-named Sci-Fi Channel (now Syfy) in 2007. But of course, all other ghost-hunters pale in comparison so that will never happen.Ghost Adventures's first adventure wasn’t the first episode of the TV show. Oh how I would love to see Zak Bagans and Amy Allen team up at a mega-haunted location. The Dead Files comes in at a close second. Until then, I will continue to dutifully watch his show because it is far and away more exciting than the snoozefest that is Ghost Hunters.

While reading his tirades I just wanted to scream, “I bought your book, didn’t I? Doesn’t that mean I’m on your side?” For his sake, I hope at some point he can make peace with his naysayers, keep calm and ghost-hunt on. Don’t mock me! I find his refusal to let go of the Backstreat Boys fashions to be quite endearing, OK! The spiked hair, the baggy FUBU pants, the Ed Hardy-esque attire-it all works for me.īut I digress…In short, this book seemed more like an angry manifesto than a memoir. Albeit he is super hot and I may be just a tad envious of his lady friends. To say that I’m dubious of those alleged demonic attacks would be an understatement. Come on, Zak, you know they’re just trying to bring you back into their lair.

The ghost stories I can do without, however, are the ones that involve his ex-GFs who claim to be taunted by his paranormal baggage. Yikes! I should also give him props for donating thousands of dollars to animal shelters. Anyone who supports homeless animals can’t be all that douchey, right? I especially enjoyed the juicy tidbits about the weirdos who live in Fox Hollow Farms. Oh how I loved reading his stories about the ghoulish people who reside in some of the world’s creepiest murder houses. Being the loyal fangirl that I am, I forged through the ego-pumping chapters and was rewarded by a few gems. Sadly my thirst for inside knowledge was left unquenched as Zak continuted to regale his readers with stories about his impeccible work ethic, his psychic skills, his avante garde ghost-hunting techniques, etcetera, etcetera. Did he really have to insult Paris Hilton’s “clown feet” just because she “dissed his friend”? I’m not really fond of celebutantes, but that was a low blow, dude.Īfter reading his first book, I was craving more behind-the-scenes stories about haunted buildings and the many backwoods weirdos he interviews. But it’s so hard to give him the benefit of the doubt when he’s constantly berating his “haters” and demonstrating his supperiority over other ghost-hunting crews. I’m so glad I bought the cheapo digital copy instead of the muy expensivo hardback because this book did not fulfill my wildest dreams.

I am Haunted by Zak Bagans