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Seems to be a very common place for a lot of them to hang out!!!

Very interesting, I enjoyed reading this... ty

I had a studio in a vintage apartment building in San Diego, CA, just after college. It wasn't so old - maybe the 1920's? You walked into a livingroom from the right corner, with a double bed that rolled into the wall on the right and then appeared to be the double-wide chest at the bottom of a built-in china cabinet. just to the right of the door was the door to the bathroom, with a Victorian-type tub, a sink, and a toilet with the tank overhead and attached to the wall, a chain to pull at the side.

The far wall of the main room was covered with windows which faced a brick wall, but still let light and air in. To the right was the kitchenette.



Shortly after I moved in, my uncle's new 2nd wife came to visit with her mother. Both "believed in" ghosts and were rather silly about it. The light stayed on only if the string attached to the chain were tied to the corner of the bed - release it and the light went out. As it was a gray day, i had the bed out to keep the light on. The bathroom door had a tendency to stand open, as it didn't latch very well, and the toilet would occasionally flush itself. After the bathroom door opened twice and the new relatives were ooh-ing and ah-ing, I left it open. But the toilet flushed itself 20 times in an hour instead of 3, and the light did not want to stay lit, so maybe something didn't like them. I didn't. And I did not invite them again.

That was around the same period when I met a friend's adopted Aunt Helen, who lived at the beach, where frame houses were built directly on the sand. She had a lovely huge livingroom that had tall windows with low sills. You could literally step onto the beach through the window. Instead of screens, they had sheers (net curtains). All four walls had paperback booksin a row around the room, all or mostly science fiction or fantasy. I am guessing they had mats rather than bare harwood or carpeted flloors, due to the sand and possible sand fleas, but it was lovely. Now that you have the setting , here is the story - I asked the name of the cat that went out of the window. They'd named the others, but I had an affinity for that one. Aunt Helen asked its color, and when I said gray she said it was her ghost cat. At that time I was in a severely rational phase and was immediately convinced I had imagined it, as I had only seen it out of the corner of my eye. But they had had other sightings and were only surprised the cat had shown itself to a total stranger. In fact, Aunt Helen warmed to me and gave me freedom of the house.

you might have seen this on ghost hunters but the moundsville state pen in WV

West Virginia Penitentiary

now i have been there and can tell you first hand even during day light you will see stuff

if you do reseach on the area there is Indian burial grounds all at each wall