Tonight my twisted sister and I will be driving toward Chicago. We will break our journey in the town of Greenfield Iowa, home to the Haunted Motel Greenfield. When I called to make the reservation I was shushed and told not to use the "H" or "G" word. They call them friendlies. So I requested a room where the "friendlies" are active. It ought to be fun tonight.
Supposedly it is the bathroom in the restaurant that is haunted. I hope that is not the room they have given us!