In the description the owner describes it as “slightly haunted.” What he writes is hysterical:
“Nothing serious … The sounds of phantom footsteps. A strange knocking sound followed by a very quiet (hardly noticeable, even) scream at 3:13am, maybe once a week. Twice a week, tops. And the occasional ghastly visage lurking behind you in the bathroom mirror. Even still, this occurs very rarely and only in the second floor bathroom.”
I wonder how far away it is? According to Google it’s 2 1/2 hours away if I drove, which I wouldn’t. But that gives me some idea, that’s not terribly far. Except, he’s probably joking, isn’t he?
A writer who set up shop in front of the New York Public Library on a cold, wet, day.