Demon Vindaloo

We're going. To the house. Friday.
In the middle of the day. I'm not that stupid. I'm hoping someone lives there, it would be nice to get an interview (or at least resist the attempt to break in). Maybe I'll bring a tape recorder, and when we listen to it later there will be eerie voices that we didn't hear while we were there. And then I'll turn into one of those freaks you hear on Art Bell in the middle of the night, ranting about EVP and the spirit world.
But, more likely, it will be a house, and we'll get some pictures, and maybe a few newspaper articles from the library. And then I'll get some Indian food, because it's yummy, and we don't have it here.

Mmmmmm...evil spirits...and chutney.