You know what’s frightening? When you’re walking through a laundry room, dark and musty, lit only by a single light bulb on a pull chain. And, just as you reach for the string to turn off the incandescent glow, you see some random shapes float through the shadows. That’s what happens when your wife is upstairs using the laundry shoot at exactly the most in-opportune time. You see the shirt ghost of your wife…and it haunts your dreams.
The Curse of the Laundry Room