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It continued to snow here well in to the after noon today, thankfully the flakes were tiny so we didn’t get that much more on the ground. The snow actually started to melt on the south side o…

Gabbi takes things too far when she becomes obsessed with her new neighbor’s strange behavior.

Forget every haunted house story you've ever heard. This isn't a tale of a malevolent spirit or a demonic entity. This is a property dispute. Meet Arthur Prentiss. He was born in 113 Willow Creek Lane, he died in his favorite armchair in the living room, and for seventeen years, he's enjoyed a quiet, peaceful afterlife within its familiar walls. His routine is simple: watch the dust motes dance in the sun, appreciate the silence, and groan along with the old house's bones. His eternity is shattered by the arrival of the Millers—a loud, chaotic, modern family with a love for scented candles, terrible music, and the two most horrifying words in the English language: "open-concept." This is the story of a haunting from the ghost's point of view. A story of flickering lights born from frustration, cold spots created out of sheer annoyance, and slammed doors that are less about paranormal rage and more about a desperate plea for a little peace and quiet. Arthur isn't evil. He's just a homeowner who wants his obnoxious new roommates to leave.

Motorcades and helicopter noise top the list of concerns for residents of this old-money town who see it as an escape from Washington.