October is here people, and it’s time to get spooky.

We’ve all heard classic horror stories, about vampires, werewolves, zombies, and such, but we can all agree that there is one particular creature that we think of when someone says “Halloween”: ghosts. They’re humans of bygone years, forgotten by time for who they once were and remembered for what they are; creepy things stuck to roam the earth, scaring those whose paths they cross. Some haunt houses or cemeteries, some old castles. There are all sorts of famous places around the globe that are known for such things, but what do we have?

As a matter of fact, our very own home is haunted.

Let’s start with the most common one: Asylum 49. You may have gone there with your friends before for a night of ghoulish fun, but did you know it’s actually haunted? It was initially built in 1873 by Samuel F. Lee, and from the start, it wasn’t good. They didn’t have much funding and were forced to more… messy ways. If a patient were to die, they’d stick the body, along with countless others, in a giant refrigerator until the coroner would claim it. Later on, in its years, it was turned into a care center for the elderly. In 2006, Kimm Andersen decided to turn half the old hospital into Asylum 49. To this day, there have been countless reports of ghostly apparitions ranging from a man with Alzheimer’s named Wes to Samuel F. Lee himself (or his son, Thomas) to an old nurse named Maria.

Grantsville Jr High. Now it may not seem like it, but there have been tales about the otherworldly activity here for years, the oldest dating back to the 80s when the school was first built. Nothing too much happens, but at random times on random days the lights have been known to flicker, or doors slam shut. Some students have even reported seeing a ghost named Raddie/Rattie that they’ve spoken to but, when asking others if they’ve seen the ‘new student’ no one knows.

Finally, a place some of you may remember from Mrs Ault’s Halloween stories, Clara the ghost. Not much is known about the mysterious Clara, but from what we know she lived and died in a small home on Clark Street, had three children, and married a Carl Johnanson from Sweden. No one remembers exactly where she was buried when she died, but that didn’t matter. Even when death did she part from our world, she never truly did leave her beloved home. People who have lived in or even visited her house since then have reported seeing a white, floating vision of Clara, with her hair pulled back and a long white dress scurrying about the rooms. Sometimes doors would unnecessarily slam or open, or light switches would suddenly flick off or on.