The place I have in England is 500 years old. I've spent three years fixing it up (actually, my Dad and brothers have done most of the 'hard' work.
It's haunted.
And, I go ghosthunting as a hobby.
DAMN... I'm envious... that sounds like a BLAST!
My son and I did some amateur ghost hunting out in Virginia City, Nevada. I captured a ball of light popping out of one wall, going across the hall and disappearing into the wall on the other side at the Silver Queen Hotel. The place was known to be haunted by a hooker that had laid in the tub, slit her wrists and committed suicide in there 125 years ago.
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