... to stay home alone watching horror movies on Halloween night when I know the last tenant killed herself in my apartment on Halloween.

I’ve never felt anything even remotely weird here, and I was home last Halloween (a year after the suicide) and there was nary a peep. But Hell House is freaking my shit out. And I only have my scaredy-cat dog to keep me company since my big strong (14-lb.) watch dog is boarding.

I’m going to go turn a lot more lights on.