It was nothing short of a race to get me from the state of Florida to my childhood home – some 300 miles away – before the sun set. I was traveling alone and, while I don’t always worry about nightfall, I wasn’t keen on entering a house I hadn’t seen for two months, during the dark of the night.
“No, I’m not afraid of ghosts,” I said in my own defense. “I’m just careful,” and no one had the courage…
