I live in the country, so far back in the woods no self-respecting ghost would come up to my house in the dark. I got guns too. Kinda rusty, but I'm pretty sure they still work. My weapon of choice is the shotgun for the possums that get in the garbage can, when I can remember where the 1/3 box of shells are around here. I'd like to knock a knot on a few people's heads, but nobody around here needs killing. But I keep my trusty Nikkormat on the nightstand, and if you come around here, I can get may hands on a roll of film for it real quick. Watch out for me, I'm a bad-a** character.