On days when the hubs is at work, me and the overseer lounge wherever we stretch out. I catch up on messages and he does whatever he wants as long as he can keep an eye on me. This one story I am about to share actually got his attention from his Batcat roost over a lamp and joined me on the sofa.
This one comes from a reader who wishes to remain anonymous.
I recently moved into a new apartment not far from where you live. They are part of a new complex built within the past 10 years and the rent is pretty good and everything in my place is brand new.
Remember when I told you about the body found a bunch of years ago? Well I think that person still lives where he died. Which would be almost where my apartment building is. Which would mean I live with him. Its really hard to take a shower sometimes or get dressed because I expect someone to be there, you know?
Well the manager for the place knocked on my door a few days ago at about 6 am. He said that my neighbor told him that I was banging on the walls. He looked me up and down and realized that something was amiss and we went to talk to the other neighbor. That neighbor never reported anything. And so we went up and down the place finding who reported the banging. No one did. The manager's cell rang about half way into all of this and it was just dead air and the sound of something crunching. He hung up immediately and wished us all a good day.
We all looked at each other and started talking about what happened. Everyone started scratching their heads and started to leave when the first person spoke up about the weird crap that was going on. Someone had hand prints on the ceiling they kept having to paint over. Someone else's doorbell would ring at strange hours of the day and no one would be there. Like he would literally stare at the doorbell ringing app and no one would be standing there. This one poor woman kept having her clothes knocked in the floor if she wanted to dress a little flashy. This one guy's kids kept playing with somebody on the stairs.
So later in the day, I was coming in from working a long shift at Cracker Barrel and I kicked off my shoes and turned on the TV. Right before it popped on, I saw a shadow move across the old screen. I put my shoes right on then and there and scooted my ass to a hotel down the road. At least I got to walk to work the next day.
When I got home, the place was quiet and I tried again to about my evening. It was a busy day and I almost worked a double. When I saw that shadow standing in the reflection again, I lost my shit. I told him what he was going to do and how he was going to like it if he was going to stay. No more creepy presence. No more harassing people for their clothing choices even if she is 50. No more ringing doorbells while someone is busy trying to pay bills. I let him have it. Its been 4 days and no one has said anything about weird crap. The kids still have a playmate though, just away from the stairs. I just hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass, you know?
34 years of life below the Mason Dixon line leads to a lot of stories of old and new.