Something's Restless
After last night, I’m pretty sure the house is haunted.
The ghosts we have are pretty quiescent, tending to remain inactive unless we do some kind of renovating project. When they’re quiet that long I usually ascribe previous sightings and activities to an overactive imagination.
But last night someone paced back and forth in the living room, loud enough to wake me up, loud enough to wake up my daughter, who asked me today what on earth I was doing at one in the morning.
I didn’t tell her: listening.
The ghosts we have are pretty quiescent, tending to remain inactive unless we do some kind of renovating project. When they’re quiet that long I usually ascribe previous sightings and activities to an overactive imagination.
But last night someone paced back and forth in the living room, loud enough to wake me up, loud enough to wake up my daughter, who asked me today what on earth I was doing at one in the morning.
I didn’t tell her: listening.