AFTER WE FINISHED CLEARING UP THE dishes, Professor Logan led us through another maze of corridors, promising to show us the three most haunted rooms of the house. How, when, and by whom this had been established was still up for discussion, but as no one seemed to comment on it, I didn’t either.
The first room was a bedroom that tripled the size of the ones we occupied. A king-sized master bed dominated the center of the room. Couches surrounded the fireplace, and a piano flanked the corner of the massive space. The ceilings were so high three of us standing on each other’s shoulders wouldn’t reach it.
“This room supposedly belonged to Annette Mortimer, the oldest daughter of the man who built this house, Christopher Mortimer,” Logan explained. “The last few years, whenever we visited,
