She writes: Well, there I was, just walking home from Zumba class when I sensed a presence by the side of the road. There wasn't another soul around. I felt a chill and the hair on my arms stood up. As I neared this house, the presence became stronger, stronger. I looked up. Eeeek. There he was. The Ghost of Fessenden Street. Just standing there--hey wait, does a ghost "stand"? -- no, make that hovering there. Watching. Waiting.
And here are some views of the very rare pumpkin fruit: