Is There A Poltergeist In My House Or Do I Just Have A Cat?

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It’s 3AM. I wake in the darkness. All the cabinet doors are open.

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Halfway through “Dateline”, a ceramic shepherdess in a pink flowered bonnet flies off the mantle.

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From the darkest corner of the closet, a purgatory for old purses and the remnants of last year’s casualwear, a nauseating smell suddenly emanates.

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The car keys are placed on the side table. Then gone. Hours later, they are found underneath the couch.

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I am walking down a dark hallway. An unseen object barrels against my shins. I experience a brief moment of levitation.

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While dining on homemade tuna casserole, I pause at a faint sound of wailing. There is a sensation of tiny needles pricking my thigh.

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I wake at night to the rasp of a wordless incantation, a hacking staccato, the dreaded sound of something being called up from the depths to burst into our mortal realm. I shudder at the realization I must clean it up tomorrow.

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