"Hey, goldilocks, you're too slow."I went to my room and looked in the mirror. My hair was pretty damnedstraight...and long. I turned around in the mi...rror. I couldn't quite seethe back, but I guessed it hung down a couple of inches past my shoulder.It wasn't a mullet either. It was long all over. I didn't know what hadhappened, but I had a game in two days. I didn't want to be laughed offof the field.I grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting. When I finishedcutting, I pulled off my shirt. Sitting in a nearby chair he reached out again, trying to determine just who it was he was dealing with.Strange, he thought, this all feels so familiar almost like... ! The man’s mouth dropped open, it couldn’t be! Walking back downstairs the man told the couple that yes, they had ghosts. He wasn’t completely sure as to the exact identity of them, but he could tell that they were there. He also went on to explain that they were extremely angry possibly because their routine had been. I arrived at Mount Juniper on a tuesday in early spring. I unpacked my belonging from the back of my tiny U-Haul and headed inside. I didn't know what to expect as I opened the door, a decaying ruin or a shell picked over by vengeful family members. Pushing the large double door aside I found an altogether well kept Manor House. The grand foyer was majestic, a large crystal chandelier hovered overhead and just beyond was a massive stairway that lead up to a second tier which had smaller stairs. “You must be David. Good to see you again.” He boomed. My small hand disappeared as he closed his around it and shook it hard.“You got your gear ready?” He asked and I nodded. “Go throw it in the truck and wait for me; I’ve just got to talk to your mom.Mom appeared behind me and I gave her a quick hug, said goodbye and made my way to the truck throwing my bag in the back and climbing into the passenger seat.I watched as mom and Bob talked on the doorstep, occasionally glancing back at me where.