I claim, half-seriously, to be a mystic of houses. When I walk into a house, I think I know--that is, I feel--the emotional history of the place. Everyone knows that a house has an aura, as a person does--an atmosphere, a vibration that is characteristic and unmistakable. I am abnormally sensitive to houses, as a dog is a genius about smells, or as a soldier who took a bullet a long time ago might be sensitive to changes in weather. I mention all this because a ghost has turned up.
My wife and I went house hunting in a rural county....
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