In honor of Halloween, I decided to deal with the ghosts in my own house this week. I have known the house was haunted since before we moved in last spring, but the resident ghosts stuck to the third floor and didn’t cause mischief, so dealing with them was easy to put off. That said, it did bother me that there was an old lady ghost at the high front window, looking down at us every time we pulled in the driveway.
So, armed with my keen intellect and a pad of paper, I went up to the third floor. To set the scene……our house was built in 1885 and the third floor is in desperate need of a gut-it-to-the-studs renovation (photo provided). It looks like the setting for the climax of a Stephen King novel — crumbling plaster, 1800’s wallpaper peeling and falling off the walls, curtains at the windows that haven’t been washed since the 1950’s, scraps of incredibly old linoleum covering the floors. There are two big bedrooms (with closets!), but I can’t imagine anyone alive agreeing to sleep up there. We use one of the rooms for storage and the other for nothing.