When I was growing up, my grandmother lived in West Pittston, in northeastern Pennsylvania. Legend has it that Bob Weaver, her next door neighbor on Exeter Avenue, who died in mysteriously in the 1950’s, has always haunted the townsfolk. I’ve never seen any proof that the long standing scary local folklore is true. Still, I don’t like messing with it. Whenever I have to go through that neighborhood at night, I always get the chills and feel so exceptionally uncomfortable. He may still have a say in what happens there.