Wight Night, Sour Dreams
Last night I had a dream. I was in this old Victorian house with one of those stylish marble staircases that descended below ground. I had a business partner with me (female, plain looking, no one I know) and old man that stood behind a podium much like a host at fancy restaurant. We were talking to this nice older woman who was requesting a tour and asking if the experience was really real. We were in the business of giving ghost tours. The many spirits who resided in the house enjoyed talking to people and making themselves known and I had figured out a way to match curious believers with these oddly social spirits. I assured her the ghosts were quite real. I walked over the long staircase and called down to two of my more friendly ghosts to join us. As I did so, I caught the faintest glimpse, out of the corner of my eye, of a shadow that moved and was gone. I thought nothing of it as the old house cast many strange shadows th...