In the shadows of the White House, where echoes of the past linger, I feel an overwhelming sense of solitude. The ghosts of history whisper tales of hearts once bold, now faded into obscurity. Each room holds stories of laughter and sorrow, yet I stand here, isolated, haunted by my own memories. The presence of Lincoln’s ghost seems to mock my loneliness, as I yearn for connection in a world that feels so distant. Is anyone out there who understands this aching heart? Each seance I imagine brings forth not spirits, but the weight of my unshared burdens. The Halcyon House, with its eerie charm, reminds me that even the most beautiful places can feel empty. #HauntedDC #LonelyHeart