It must be 7 years ago now while shunpiking in PEI, Jane and I happened upon this tourist home. A converted nunnery, it was three stories high with all kinds of nooks and crannies. Of course we had to stay there. Returning after dinner, we discovered we were the only guests. Then we find out that the home’s manager went home for the night. So, we wandered the abandoned halls and stairways, expecting Jack Nicholson to stick his head out a door. I love these cool, creepy places.