I’ll be “cleaning out stuff” until I die, so hang on.  Last night I came across an old journal entry from about 1973:

“At Nikki’s I enjoyed talking with Bob’s parents. M.E. told about a time that they stayed in a haunted house. They stayed with her brother who had temporarily changed houses with an Episcopalian minister. The house was at the beach. They didn’t know it was haunted until they started hearing a baby crying–it came from all around them. Jeffrey was so frightened he kept saying, “In the name of Jesus be gone!” over and over and finally it quit til just before they left. Then they learned that the Episcopal minister had wanted a respite from the haunting. Once while they were there two priests visited and one said, “I can tell this house is haunted, isn’t it?”  The house was next to a church and old graveyard and a child’s grave was near the house. M.E. worried for a long time at the idea that a baby could be trapped as a ghost. Nikki mentioned the legend of putting a stake through the heart to let out the spirit. “