We spent two nights in a haunted hotel, and saw…well…nothing. I guess the ghosts weren’t in the mood for a chat, or a thump, or whatever those ghosts are known to do.
I’ll admit that I didn’t sleep well, which some people say is a sign of ghostly presence.
But those people probably weren’t taking into account the Karoake bar downstairs. That was one loud hotel!
Frankly, I might have gotten a decent amount of sleep if the ghost had made itself useful and plugged my ears with its ghostly fingers.
But the ghost refused to be so kind. So sleep was sporadic, and when I dreamed, it was of distressed cats howling in the distance.
I wonder why?