spoooky

The sound of footsteps in the kitchen just woke me up. It wasn’t Gary, and Isaac is out of town. It was in this apartment (the linoleum creaked) and not up or down stairs.

I heard it AFTER I woke up and was sitting up as well. An investigation revealed nothing.

I’ve suspected a presence in the apartment for a while — weird issues with lights being turned on and off, etc. — but this was the first thing I’ve noticed that sounded distinctly human.

Ghosts — if you want to call them that — don’t bother me in the least. I find them oddly comforting, to tell you the truth. I have no idea what they are (that whole “lingering departed spirits” thing doesn’t ring true to me) but the idea that we might share space with others is intriguing. It makes me hopeful for the other wonders that may be out there still.