Oh, i just remembered something else. I was on the CT shore opening up a family cottage (it has been in our family for 100 years) one year in early November. My son, who was 4 at the time, was with me and we arrived around 9:00 PM. It was cold and rainy. Our plan was to stay the night and get to work closing it down…

I worked at a historic hotel in Durango, CO and it was supposedly haunted. Allegedly during Prohibition a bell boy who was ratting out bootleggers was killed in the elevator shaft. Local lore says he still hangs out there and is mischievous and enjoys hanging around fucking with people. I worked at the front desk and…