 For me, this story really starts about a decade ago in a house in Arkansas. There were always cicadas screeching outside, and a lot of times, my family, we were screeching inside. I felt panicked and on edge every time I went in that house. But right now, I'm at the Cutnick Cliffs Barbershop in Standish, Maine. I'm not here to get my hair cut. I'm here to talk about ghosts.