I was at an old civil war mansion late at night with a girl and we were drinking. She started telling me about how the place was supposedly haunted and how some people had seen strange things like blood coming up out of the floorboards. I laughed and called bullshit. Suddenly, an acorn hit me on the head - but it didn’t fall down, it flew through the air and hit me on the side of the head. We both looked at each other for a second and got the hell out of there. Someone playing a practical joke? Maybe. I wasn’t going to stick around to find out.