The weather. Tomorrow, expect a... Biting cold front. Mmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise, slowly but surely, reaching their peak in the afternoon.

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My first and only encounter with ghosts happened because I called Louise Pilkerman lousy Pilkerman right in front of the class.

I hadn't meant to, not at all.

A month before it happened, our teacher, Mrs. Dandridge, had told us that we were going on an

end-of-the-year field trip. Already great news in my book.

I loved how weird it felt to walk along in a herd of my friends, taking in the sights of a place

I probably wouldn't have been able to visit normally.

And this is going to be a special trip, she continued, grinning like Fruza Balg.

This year, we're going to Roseford Hotel and we're going to be staying the night.

That, that gave me the shakes.

For those of you who don't know, Roseford is one of the premier weird landmarks in New

England.

Look it up.

There's rarely a top ten list that doesn't at least mention it, and the discussions

about the life and death of its chief architect, the original manager, Emil Rovesford,

are still as strong today as they were back then.

To put it succinctly, Rovesford is kind of like the Winchester Mystery House on Psychedelics,

and it is well known for being haunted.

I wasn't a fan of ghosts, but I was a fan of weird houses and architectural novelties,

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