So today was meant to be simple… It’s my weekend to work the reference desk so the librarian can take a lunch break, and then come back later to close the place. It’s not exactly challeneging or demanding. So, I thought, since James is returning home tommorow after spending his Christmas holiday with his mother in Colorado, I’d clean the place up a bit on my break and finsih up once I go home. Not that I’ve exactly dirtied the place up, but a freshly clean home is always nice to return to.
Anyway, I was cleaning away, made the bed, put away all the laundry, cleaned some dishes, and I was working on sweeping the carpet in our bedroom when I saw a man, in a large overcoat, walk down the hallway into the spare bedroom. Now, this isn’t exactly the first, or second, time I’ve seen a ghost. My grandfather used to visit me when I would sleep in my grandmother’s spare bedroom occasionally when I visited her. Also, this isn’t the first time we’ve felt a presence in our apartment. It’s not regular, but it’s not entirely out there either. James not too long ago felt that he felt a presence following him and whispering as he locked the front door before bed. After I saw the man, I went into the spare bedroom to see if anything had been moved, and it looked to me that nothing had been touched. Nevertheless, it was slightly unnerving !
James has advised me to spend the night with my parents… Perhaps rightly so.
A Random Existence 