There is a door here that sounds like a person being dragged slowly across the floor, as if to their death in a cold dark dungeon, whenever it's shut. It's very creepy when you're lying in bed trying to sleep and all of a sudden you hear this high-pitched wail.
As far as I'm concerned, Spring is also a good time for ghost stories. You can keep autumn, with all your rattling of leaves and suddenly short days with chilly nights. Think of all the potential for the dead to rise up out of their graves through the soft earth and come after you. Not to mention all the disappointed lovers who are throwing themselves off castle turrets in a fit of despair because their men haven't returned. Think of the horror of receiving a nice fresh boquet of daffodils from someone beyond the veil. Or how much more shocking seeing that pretty Victorian lady suddenly fade away is when it's in bright sunlight.
sleep tight...
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Did I ever tell you about the ghost i saw in a castle in France? I forget where the hell I was. I'll have to tell you about that sometime.
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