text:  Mr. Anderson, I've read you live in a haunted house. I do. I mean, I don't believe in ghosts. To some extent, it's exactly like this novel where your life is controlled by a miracle you don't believe in. So, yeah, I mean, I don't believe in ghosts, but I have to listen to them howling all the time. It's a real pain in the butt. I'm sorry. You hear them howling at night? Well, I mean, you know, occasionally. It's not like a constant thing. I was told before I bought the place that it...