Speaking of Ghosts

Over Labor Day weekend, my wife, sister, and I went camping near Traverse City, Michigan. One night we went to dinner at a haunted restuarant called The Bowery out on the peninsula. The restaurant was located in what was the barn of a decent-sized mansion from the early 20th century. The story goes that the wife upon discovering that her husband had left most of the money to the maid, with whom he had been having an affair, hanged herself from the elevator shaft connecting the barn and the house. The wife's ghost has haunted the building since then.

Our meal was uneventful, although we did get our waitress to tell us a neat story about an encounter with ghostly footsteps she had when working late one night. After dinner, the wife and I went upstairs to check out the elevator shaft. I'm sure it was just the general mood of the evening, but there was definitely a spooky vibe up there. Unfortunately, we didn't see any ghosts -- just some poorly behaved children. I could see it being very spooky there, though, on a deserted winter's day. Eating there beat Applebee's, anyway.