Haunt Me

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!