About the ghosts. John is reading a book that I used the read when I was about his age. It's about ghosts and has two scary, scary pictures in it: the photos in this spooky post.
Anyway. John was saying he would like to see a ghost, or, barring that, find some more pictures online. Matt took this opportunity to tell his ghost story, which is that when he was growing up, he had a friend who lived in a house that had a poltergeist in it. Doors slammed, windows opened and shut by themselves, there were odd cold spots, and the dog would growl at nothing.
Matt is not so in to ghosts; he talked about the bad foundation that house must have had, the drafts, the leaky pipes. John, however, ate it up.
The kids and I went down to the computer room. This is in the basement, in a walkout room that also holds out hot-water heater and unused wood burner. As we sat down, the BACK DOOR, WHICH IS ALWAYS LOCKED, BLEW OPEN! BY ITSELF! I'M NOT KIDDING! We spent an hour online listening to ghost wavs and looking at ghost photos and generally creeping my shit out.
John slept fine that night. Me? I'm jittery just typing this post, and it's the middle of the day.