I want to be haunted.
Nothing too scary. I don’t want the walls to bleed or anything; I just want a good story to tell. Maybe a being from another world could send mysterious lights bobbing down the hallway. Or maybe there could be a little fiendish laughter emanating from the attic once in a while. I’d like that.
But no. I am apparently the Antighost. I’ve lived in many houses that should be haunted, but the minute I move in, everything gets all normal. Bummer.
I’m posting on my experiences – or lack thereof! – on the Casablanca blog this morning – stop by and comment!