A short story. One hot summer evening in Chicago, we went on a Ghost tour on Lake Michigan. Afterward, we were invited back to Mike's house which was once owned by Al Capone and was haunted. This is the story of my experience in the house that hid, for that house did not care for unexpected visitors.
This is the strangest short story I have every read. It has ghosts and spirits, but it just suddenly ends and all is well without an explanation. You must draw your own conclusions. Read it if you dare.