It's sometime around 10 p.m. on a Tuesday night, and two gentlemen are seated around a table at a closed Ohio Tavern holding casual conversation with a ghost.
OK, so maybe it's less a conversation than an interrogation with a particularly tight-lipped witness. No matter the approach, their questions appear to go unanswered. They try being helpful ("Do you have a message you want us to pass on to a living loved one?), flirtatious ("What's your favorite drink?") and standoffish ("I'm starting to think you don't exist."). At certain points, they even seem to be testing the ghoul for a concussion ("Do you know what year it is?" "Who is the president?"). Read more
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