So, two folks this evening asked me about an older man in a light checked jacket out in a hammock in the back yard.
The Butcher’s hammock? I pointed.
No, not that one, the other one.
Which one?
Wait. There is no other hammock.
Nope.
Oooo. Spooky.
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Oooo! Now I really want to come visit! I love ghosts but they usually hide from me…
I should tell you about the mysterious streaks on the walls in my dining room that appeared shortly after I moved in and painted…I painted over Kilz and blue paint, but the streaks were red and in the clear form of having been on fingertips and rubbed off down the wall. Old houses are great.