You are haunted by a ghost who every night enters your room through the wall and wakes you with a high-pitched, eardrum piercing scream, the kind of scream that can only come from the mouth of someone being tortured by the cruelest of hell's minions. The ghost eventually stops screaming and looks around your room as if he's surprised to be there. When his eyes finally land on you, his eyes bulge in his sockets and turn black. Then he tells you what the weather will be like in the morning.
"Gonna rain. Just danced on some of the drops about 40 miles from here. Headed this way."
"Sunny tomorrow. You'll really be able to see the faces of those whose grins you covet."
"Snow's a comin'."
For some reason, whenever it's going to snow, he always says, "Snow's a comin'."
Today you're going to do some research to find out who lived in your house before you. After many hours at the microfiche machine, you'll find out you're being haunted by the ghost of Ichabod Proulx, who was known by many as "The most boring man in town!"
Happy Weather Reports From The Dead Day!
