A friend of mine lived in an old Revolutionary War home near the center of Phila.

I had started to tell stories, but my computer went down.

All I can say, is that I spoke to her other friends who had spent the night and her husband, and suffice to say, all stories basically matched. The construction people who came to update a few things, left their tools and job undone. Her cat constantly freaked out. He loved women, hated men, and saved her life when she was walking down her spiral staircase in a long nightgown, lost her footing, fell forward, only to be yanked up by the scruff of her neck. It was the young, handsome, Revolutionary War soldier who she had seen before.