Today is Friday the 13th. Whether or not you're superstitious it's difficult not to feel like there's something sinister in the air. It's impossible for the mathematically minded to believe that a simple date on the calendar could have any effect on your chances of encountering the macabre, and yet sometimes it does. Full moons, for instance, statistically increase the rate of non-murder crimes. Is it not impossible that this combining of days and numbers could likewise corre

Ghosts. I don't believe in them. But the shrieking face behind my bedroom door swears that they're real. It seems so odd that in this modern era of science and wikipedia that something could still be so debatable. Sure, the educated scoff and speak of the believers as if they're nut jobs and crazies, but if you catch them late at night, huddled by just the right fire place with just the right glass of whiskey, we all have that one story. That story about the one night, where