I drove up this road with Jess and saw the house outside my right window. Mind you we’ve seen many houses, but this one stood out on the rainy and lonely night, the evening we were driving back to our house after a long days work in the field. The house caught my imagination and wanted to know the history of it. I have lately been infatuated with haunted houses and thought this one might be up for a prize or two. The feeling once I got out of the car to take pictures, it felt my presence and I knew it was aware that I was there, none the less taking photographs of it with my Canon, film camera. About ten years ago, I had gone to a place in Lincoln Park New Jersey to take photographs of what I considered haunted grounds. I opened up the shutter and took a few pictures. The camera never gave me a problem before, but as soon as I took the picture of what I thought of as a presence in front of me, the camera broke. It jammed and then broke itself beyond repair. Well, it just so happened that the same thing happened while photographing the Terraces mansion in Montclair New Jersey.