Homecoming
Houses, haunted and otherwise.
A year ago I lived in a haunted house. It was only for a little bit, though. Eric and I were coming off of a summer sublet that we called The Gowanus Palace, given it was a sprawling loft in Gowanus that felt like our castle on the canal. At September’s turn, we found a walkup on warm, bright street in Brooklyn.
The haunted apartment was a large studio,…
