Kayla felt it first—the prickle on her arms, the unmistakable hum of unfinished business. Chris, already grinning, clocked the wraparound balconies, the hand-carved railings, the attic windows that definitely hadn’t been empty for decades. Three stories. Original woodwork. Hidden passages rumored behind the grand staircase. A ballroom with acoustics so sharp you can hear whispers from the far wall… even when no one’s there.

As the crows scattered and the front door creaked open on its own (of course it did), Kayla raised her paddle. Chris didn’t hesitate. This place had it all: documented cold spots, flickering gaslight fixtures, and a mirror said to show more than reflections after midnight.

Only one ghost hunter gets the keys.
Let the bidding begin! 👻🏚️

Kayla & Chris Battle for the Haunted Mansion

Development Silent Auction