So, it was Black Friday two years ago and we set our sights on spending the night in the Lemp Mansion in St. Louis.

‘What a lovely dinner, said Chet. ‘That is the finest steak I have had in some time,’ he continued.

‘I have been hearing for many years how wonderful the Lemp House Restaurant is,’ Neva J said with a wide grin.

‘I have my Polaroid camera with me if we see a ghost I am going to snap a photo,’ Billy B announced.

‘Look or Life magazine would give their eyeteeth to have a photo of the Lemp House Ghost,’ Jane laughed. ‘I think it is creepy in here already and we have not yet finished dinner, she added.

‘Lemp Mansion is the site of three suicides by Lemp family members after the death of the son Fredrick Lemp, whose William J. Lemp Brewing Co. dominated the St. Louis beer market before Prohibition with its Falstaff beer brand. The Mansion is said to be haunted by members of the Lemp family.’

‘Did you see the blood spot on the carpet…where William J. Lemp shot himself in the head in the bedroom,’ asked Chet?

‘I do know that the restroom adjoining Neva J and my bedroom is cold and large and the shower is difficult to use,’ Jane said. ‘The sitting room is so large and spooky that I went in there to make a cup of coffee and felt like someone was looking over my shoulder,’ Jane said with a shiver!

‘We are supposed to be the only ones staying overnight in the Mansion and yet I hear people upstairs and in my bedroom I hear a person crying and saying, ‘Oh Frederick…Frederick……

dear Freddy…and then the sound of a pistol,’ Billy B said with his eyes closed as if to block out a disagreeable image.

‘Welcome friends…have you been shopping on this fine Black Friday…how many of you will be joining us for dinner this evening…we have a wonderful steak that everyone raves about…,’ the waiter intoned as Black Friday at Lemp Mansion…began again…