It’s tough being an atheist who lives in a haunted house. You’re constantly bothered by the moaning of people suffering in an afterlife you don’t believe in.
I’ve lived in “haunted” houses before, but since I categorically do not believe in ghosts (despite being an occasional writer of horror stories), that hasn’t been a problem. I staunchly refused to believe the reports of laughter in the basement or dead men muttering outside my bedroom door.
Recently, I bought the 18th Century house of my dreams in rural Vermont – central chimney, a beehive oven, paneling in all the rooms – a real witch-burner.