It was a dark and stormy night when I woke up in San Diego—because that's where I live. "Here goes nothing," I say. The coffee in the pot is stale—who knows how old. The days all seem to run together ever since.... I shake the memory out of my head and pull on some warm clothes. I'm leaving the house to visit the most haunted places in San Diego. I pray I'll make it home. * * * Spoiler alert: I did. If you're going to navigate the paranormal world of San Diego, you'll need my help.