This email is from Carl, this is really good, hope you guys enjoyed this.

I live in Williamsburg, Virginia.

In 2009 after a layout from the company where I had worked for 20 years, I got a job handling

security in a historic plantation turned time share.

Having a military former sworn security background, I was happy to get a job because I've always

felt that work was better than unemployment.

My former employer, the historic colonial capital of Virginia, suffered severe cutbacks due

to a lag in tourism because of the economy.

I had spent 12 of my 20 years there in security.

A large part of that job was entering the historic original buildings in the wee hours of

the night to make sure they had been properly secured and free of anything that might cause

a fire, like a candle or a hot plate still switched on.

There were many stories of hauntings coupled with a few creepy feelings that I had experienced

during my inspections.

So when I was interviewed for the job at the plantation, I was asked my feelings about

haunted houses.

My unvarnished response was, been there, done that.

Management informed me that there was a ghostly presence called the Lady of the House, who

was feared by most everyone who entered the place, and that after making sure no one was

left inside, I would have to risk her displeasure in order to close the building each night.

Once I had no trepidation toward being inside haunted structures in general, plus my experience

with 300-year-old buildings and their previous unearthly occupants, I got the job.

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