There are times when I notice, from the periphery of my vision, that a clouded orb appears near the kitchen. Upon closer inspection, there is nothing except the slow and untidy flapping of a paper clipping posted on the refrigerator door.
Nothing strange about a piece of paper slowly curling and uncurling…
That is, until you notice that no windows are open and there is no space for an open breeze no matter how minute. The heater/airconditioner is hardly turned on and even if a whimper were to escape its opening, it is far above and a safe distant away from the refrigerator.
There must be a gas leak here somewhere.
This morning, after I finished doing the dishes and stacked the wet plates onto the rack, I turned my back to clean up the stove. A loud clang shook the silence–when I turned around, I saw the butcher knife had mysteriously fallen out of the rack and was lying on the countertop.
There are sounds and padded steps in the night, which I believe could be my neighbours. I awake to the rustle of door knobs and the sudden closing of doors inside my apartment and I turn to find Amera fast asleep next to me. I wake up the next day to find Jackie’s bed empty and it makes me wonder in fear. What could it be?
I would much rather have the apartment broken into while I’m in bed than to have a lingering spirit stirring me from my sleep.
Amera is not going to be staying over for the next few nights and I suspect Jackie is comfortably settled at her bf’s place and won’t be back till the weekend – again.
I need to buy myself a dog.