We’ve all experienced it: the haunting. It’s always when we are alone…at night… possibly while typing a blog entry on our computer. We see motion out of the corner of our eye – motion that appeared to be wearing a white shirt. Yes, disembodied spirits from the beyond always wear white shirts. We assume is our mind playing tricks on us. When you think about it, that doesn’t make any sense at all. We are our minds, so aren’t we, in essence, playing tricks on ourselves and, if so, why don’t we see it coming? We get distracted by wondering the origin of common sayings.
And we continue our blog entry.
About the time we have forgotten about the white-shirt-wearing-corner-of-the-eye motion, we hear sounds near the door- probably our roommate coming home from work and wait for the sounds of his feet on the kitchen linoleum as he goes to his room, but they don’t come. A quick inspection (which is to say, we lean back and look through the crack in our own bedroom door) reveals that our roommate hasn’t come home at all. Just silence…. Even our upstairs neighbors, who by this time are doing their daily rearranging of their bedroom furniture (complete with dragging the bed from one side of the room to the other) are limiting their noise to an occasional outburst of Riverdance-style step dancing.
Then we hear the footsteps on the kitchen floor, but a more thorough inspection (going to our bedroom door this time) affirms that our roommate is still not home.
We see the dishes in the kitchen sink and dread washing them.
Finally, we go to the Death Cab For Cutie concert and proudly brag to our friends that, “so, I think my place is haunted.”