Jackson Brewery Warehouse, Haunted.

So. I am sitting here, working, and feel an impact – like someone has rammed the building. It is strong enough to vibrate my desk, which is literally in the very back. Then a second shudder – like the building is trying to shake it off. I race to the front window and look down and… nothing. Quiet street, neighbors across the street are decorating for the holidays, so if something had happened, they’d have called me or the police. (They’re good neighbors.) I go check all the doors, and everything is locked. Outside on the deck, all is well. Apparently, I have really big ghosts. This was once a beer barn. I’m not even a little surprised.