It's a ghostly time in Fells Point

Terri Fyng hadn?t turned the air on but a cold breath of air still tickled her neck hairs and sent a chill down her spine. Cat’s Eye Pub bartender, Fyng, reported she had witnessed several abnormalities over her twenty-five year stint behind the worn counter – glasses flying off of wooden shelves, buckets jumping off of soda machines and ancient harmonicas appearing out of thin air.

“I usually just talk out loud when I’m alone,” Fyng said. Once I said, “Al lright guys, leave me alone.”