Brings up an interesting story from my past:
Back in college, two roommates and I had just moved into a house near campus we'd rented. So one of the roommates and I went to McDonald's for some breakfast. I grabbed a paper and started to read about a guy who had just been sentenced to life in prison for a murder he had committed. As I read further, he was the gardener for a little old lady who he had killed in her house...they listed the address and it was the house we had just moved into. The roommate I was dining with had drawn the long straw and gotten the biggest bedroom, which we now realized was the room she had died in. We played ghost jokes on him for several months.