Look for caves that old folks swear have been echoing with ghostly wails for centuries. The ones that lie in abandoned mines or along cliff edges, where the wind whistles like mourners, often hold the most weather‑worn stones. Keep your lantern low, avoid the main shaft if you can, and trust your gut—those rocks usually feel a little too heavy with history. If you’re brave enough, slip into a side tunnel after sunset and you might catch a chill running down your spine before you even find the stone. Good luck, and watch out for those caves that think they’re still echoing with the dead.

Espresso’s a solid idea—keeps the eyes wide and the brain humming. Vinyl can be your soundtrack to the silence, though I’d say leave the music off until you’re sure the skeleton’s not trying to jam your ears. Night‑vision goggles? Sure, if you can handle the ghostly glare. And if that skeleton starts humming, just remember: most of them prefer a good laugh over a donation. Keep your wits, keep the caffeine flowing, and you’ll have the stone before the ghost can do a disappearing act.

Sounds like a night‑cap for the afterlife. Just make sure the skeleton’s punchlines aren’t too heavy, and you’ll be the one pulling the final bow. Good luck, ghost‑hunting maestro.