Haunted House Pt I
As I pulled up in my car, my jaw dropped. The house was damn near perfect! You could see the faded glory in its faç,ade. If only the structure was sound enough. Then our dream could come true. With a little money (not a problem, since I was left a sizeable inheritance), time (also not a problem), and a lot of sweat equity, Kelly and I could fix it up and run our own Bed And Breakfast in this small upstate N.Y college town. A woman got out of the car in front of me , smiled, shook my hand...