The Mystery of the Haunted Recording Studio

Army living has its perks. Getting stationed in a haunted house isn't one of them. Arguello Boulevard. The Presidio. San Francisco. 1979. Truth be told, we never saw the ghost, perhaps because our dog slept where prior tenants reported seeing the uniformed apparition. Not that I was anxious to meet anyone from the Great Beyond - not at thirteen. Twenty years and eight homes later, I received another chance.