Ghosts seem to like me this week. I must have a sign on my back that says, "Haunt me." What happened? Well, let me tell you.
Last night, I was at Memorial Hall in downtown Cincinnati. It was the night of the big recital. I waited in the back room until it was time for me to go onstage to perform. As I sat there, the security guard walked into the room and started talking. "Did you know Memorial Hall is one of the most haunted places is Cincinnati?"
I shook my head. "No, I did not."
"It is. This was once the site of an insane asylum and an orphanage."
What a combination! I thought. I wondered if they were in the same building.
"That's nice," I said. "And you're saying there are ghosts from the asylum and the orphanage floating around here?"
"Yep," he said. "I've witnessed them myself."
"Yes. And there was a team of investigators here, and they witnessed paranormal activity."
Great. "So what happened?"
"They asked the ghosts if they wanted to be left alone, and if they did, to give a sign."
"Did they get a sign?" I asked, intrigued.
"Yes. The picture on the wall flipped."
"They're here," the guard continued. "You can feel them."
Just then, the lights dimmed.
I looked at the guard. He looked at me.
Okay, crazy ghost, I thought. Here's the deal: You leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone!
I guess it worked, because there were no other incidents, and the performance went very well!