The only ghostly haunt I can recall would be the big communal farm house I lived in with all my beat/neo-hippy friends back in the nineties. The electric ghost. Legend has it that the former owner rigged-up a fuse box to electrocute his wife (for that was how she died--electrocution). Whenever I argued with my girlfriend the lights would dim. Everybody that stayed there said they saw something,including two different accounts of the 'static lady' behind the curtains. For no reason I know some fellow killed himself by kneeling in front of a train on the tracks behind the house one day whilst me and the ol lady were out buying groceries. I myself was awoken mid slumber by insane feminine wailing (when I alone lived at said house). Other weird things, and YEAH, we did some acid back then, but that don't account fer all of it.
Put it all together and write a book one of these days, I'm gonna.
Put it all together and write a book one of these days, I'm gonna.