Peckerwood Manor

Did you know that Peckerwood is haunted by a gang of Victorian ghosts? Those rattles and creaky floorboards aren't residents sneaking to the kitchen for 2 AM nachos or tawdry meetups in the cloakroom. Nay, my friends, these ghosts also want in on the fun or have lived here since the manor was built and are trapped because they feel they are the real owners and we are simply their guests. Besides, our antics amuse them, and they are ardent fans of Bendyboys and Caza's power ballad karaoke nights. Don't be afraid. Our ghosts won't hurt you except for Millie the Grouchy Fishwife.  Sir Whiskersey Kittypants would love to introduce you to them, and one in particular may surprise you.  Why yes, that is Charles Dickens. No one knows why he is here. He won't say, but he's suspiciously always around when it is time for the nude male revue.  Consuela and Guadalupe, aka Carrie and Lucius, they like to pretend to be South American heiresses shipwrecked off the coast. Really

It's that time of year again, dear Peckerlings! And no, I'm not talking about the annual hosedown Johnny Depp's keepers are tasked with when the stench starts to peel wallpaper. I'm talking about Spooky Season ™!  And as luck would have it, we get an extra  dose of spooky this year with this lovely Friday the 13th cherry on top. So, we here at the manor figure what better way to celebrate than to have everyone share their spookiest stories in the comments tonight! And we're not picky either - give us your run-ins with ghosts, your unexplained happenings, dreams, the scariest ghost story you ever heard, or even some good ol' spooky folklore and legends you'd like to share. Just tell us something scary! I'll go first. Back when I was a teen, my dumbass boyfriend (let's call him Shitfuck Loser) lived in a weird house. It wasn't terribly old, but it had a pool and a den that was added on at some point before they moved in, and the vibe there was just