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A lot. foodsteps up and down the stairs and up and down the main hall; ambient creepiness in the back room; thumping from the floor near the gas space heater, pounding on the walls (from the outside, three stories up), and visitors occasionally getting chased out by the spooky.

About a year before I left we'd learn that the big brick ovens in the basement were a crematorium around the turn of the century. They were repurposed into a kiln for ceramic works in the mid 20th century.