Our nearly 200-year-old farmhouse in Tennessee is known to have been the scene of two different murders, and the killer was buried somewhere on the property after he was hanged by the Montgomery County Sheriff. (The folks at Blooming Grove Church down the hollow a mile or so wouldn't allow him to be buried in their cemetary.) For the first ten years we were living here, most conversations with locals went something like this:

"What? You bought the old Allen place? You DO know that place is hainted, don't you?"

To which we inevitably replied "Yes, but we've never seen or heard anything untoward," or words to that effect.

And now we're trying to sell the place.