I had never been to Pythian Home of Missouri, but I planned to go there some day.
My sister was one of those people who loved a good ghost story, and she was visiting me.
The minute school was over and she graduated high school, she told our mom she was spending the summer with me. After college, I got a job here in Springfield, MO, and loved it here. It thrilled me to have her visit, and I wanted her to meet some of my friends. Apparently, she had been grabbing brochures in the airport. The first thing she wanted to do while in Springfield was go to the Pythian Home of Missouri. She is a history nut, and she had read it was used to house POWs during WWII. She read the house was haunted, and they also knew it as the Pythian Castle. I didn’t know that, and I lived here for five years now. She told me the ghost hunters spent time in Pythian Castle, but she didn’t tell me what they found. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go to Pythian Castle. I had seen some of those ghost hunter shows, and they scared the daylights out of me. If there are ghosts there, I didn’t want to know or feel the cold that supposedly happens when one walks by you. I hated the humid summers here. My air conditioning was running overtime all summer, but I didn’t want to be ghostly old. I told her we could go to Pythian Castle only if we went to the mystery theater. One of my friends went with her.