Last weekend, I decided to explore a fascinating piece of “local architecture”: an abandoned mansion on the edge of town.
Some say it’s haunted — and I must admit, after a few hours inside, I’m inclined to agree.
Observations
Temperature drops in certain hallways (my thermometer read 404°F not found)
A grand piano that played a note by itself when I tripped over a Roomba (how did it get in there?!)
Whispering voices, which turned out to be my own voicemail notifications echoing
My Hypothesis
The mansion is haunted by the restless spirits of unfinished group projects.
Supporting evidence:
Strange drafts that flip only half the pages of my notebook
A whiteboard covered in equations that don’t add up
A mysterious figure who muttered, “It’s due at midnight…”
Conclusion
While I failed to capture definitive proof of ghosts, I did successfully:
Lose my flashlight
Gain three new mosquito bites
Discover that my fear response is approximately O(n²)
Would I return? Absolutely.
Should you come with me? Only if you bring snacks and a backup flashlight.
