This is the home where one of my father's co-workers used to live. It is haunted.

It's now owned by a seedling mega-church of guitar-strumming stealth fundies.

Fred was a previous owner. My father's co-worker could hear him walk down these steps from his room.

My father's co-worker could see Fred; in addition to having his own room, he had his own chair in the living room. He liked TV.

I had no flash, so I had to distort some of the images' exposure and contrast to make anything visible.