Back in the day, when I was married to a GI in Yuma, we went on leave for a week in the middle of July. For some reason, he went to the fuse box and shut off the A/C and a few other things.
When we got back and opened the door, the house reeked like something was dead in the A/C vents. Close, but no cigar. The doofus shut off the fridge and all the meat was spoiled along will milk and eggs, lunchmeat and cheese, etc.
He didn’t listen when I had told him not to shut the switch for the fridge...and since it was a Sunday when we got back, the commissary was closed. Oh. My. Golly.
Hello!!!!!!
I live in the same “castle”
Yes it’s haunted and yes I fear the living more than I fear what’s haunting it.
Must have been a Democrat?