So I stayed in a hotel in Calcutta. The oldest hotel in India, it's three hundred years old. ...So I get to my room. And I can't get to sleep now, 'cause I'm a bitch. The guy just told me the hotel is haunted! I'm scared. 'Cause I started doing the math in my head. The hotel is three hundred years old. That means there's at least three hundred years worth of ghosts in this hotel. So I'm panicking. I eventually panic myself to sleep. I got waken up in the middle of my sleep by a ghost, and I wasn't scared anymore. Because the ghost had an Indian accent. Do you know how hard it is to be afraid when you get woken up by 'B-ooooo-uh'?