Doing house tours, taking people through this house , being open every night of the year, year in, year out can be called an obsession, I guess?
Staying as healthy as I can inspite of sick customers sneezing in my face and other germ spreading habits saw me washing my hands and gargling after each tour and this did seem to work (or was it just psycho- sematic?)
The events here five years ago did have me obsessively trying to tell a long haunted history of the house to almost everyone who came here , fueled by the belief that if I told enough people as much of it as I could, that someday, someone would hear about these incidents and come here and maybe explain them as far as the wherefore and the whyfore of them happening.
This has been sometimes very tough on my throat and energy level, telling a long, involved story for 45 minutes or more in just the first room of the tour.
Of course along the the way, I decided that I could tell it seriously (which has scared some people, maybe they can tell I'm not making any of it up?)
Or tell it humorously, which makes it easier for me to tell, since none of the actual events were humorous when they happened.
Every once and awhile, I couldn't feel it coming and I would become overwhelmed with emotion as I was telling certain parts of the story , then I suppose some just thought I was "acting" or faking to ellict some certain response or feeling from them.
Just last night one young man was trying to be complimentary to me after the tour , telling me I am the best actor that he has ever seen!
I wasn't "acting".