Years ago, my parents lived in a Revolutionary War-era home on Long Island. It had lots of secret passages and rooms, built, so they were told, so that the family could hide from British soldiers and/or Indians. In any event, they swore the place was haunted -- strange smells (mostly roses, my mother said), sounds of footsteps, etc. In one of the rooms in the basement, they had hung some hams or something. Guess it was like a "cold" cellar. In any event, meat would go missing. They decided to put flour on the floor to at least catch some footprints. There never were any, although the meat would be missing. Often, they'd come home and find their clothes strewn all over the place, dresser drawers open. Their dog refused to go upstairs, no matter what. One day, they went out. When they returned, they heard the dog yipping in fright from upstairs. Poor thing had been locked in a closet. They never knew how that happened. Spooky!
