Two years ago on my 40th birthday, the fam and I had picked up lattes and was driving through university district in downtown Bellingham when an old Victorian house caught my eye. It was on a side street. The landscape was ancient and immaculate, but the house was old. The white paint was peeling. The windows were dark with that slight oily mirage look that only century old windows have. I got the chills. I wondered what ghosts wandered in those halls. I wondered if the owners ever felt...