Bellamafia: Visiting with Ghosts.

A very interesting story from a friend.

Bellamafia: Visiting with Ghosts.:

When I stepped into the car I remember the catching the scent of old, of decay.  You know that smell…slightly musty…sweetly metallic, like copper or rust; the very faint smell of stale smoke as if the jacket has been stuck in a closet, in garment bag for a lifetime or two.  Not a bad smell exactly, but a smell that makes you a little uncomfortable, as if you are intruding…