Sarkastickunt

The ghost that is in my basement isn’t the same one that is in my apartment.

My laundry room is downstairs so every time I’m down there I get the creepy goose bumps because it feels like someone is watching me. It makes me scared, I guess. Edgy. Uncomfortable.

The ghost upstairs is playful. Silly. Friendly. And lately? Protective.

Last week I was asleep and I felt someone nudge me and as soon as I opened my eyes I heard the baby struggling. Her head and neck were under her blanket and she was tangled.

When I picked her up she was sweaty and out of breath and I freaked out.

Then last night, I just couldn’t relax. I was having palpitations and in a cold sweat. I was nudging Christopher and practically begging him to keep me company. He was out cold.

I was starting to panic. I was on the brink of a major anxiety attack. And just when I was about to flip…I heard clear as day, right in my ear, “you’re okay.”

And even though I was taken aback, I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t creeped out. I just instantly felt….okay.

So, yeah.

There’s more than one ghost in my house. And the one in my apartment is a keeper.