A Light In The Dark
The place is simply abuzz lately with ghostly activity. Both Scully and I have often heard our names being called and, thinking it was the other, were shocked.
Orbs, flashes of light and figures--all seen and sensed--are really notable.
This afternoon, before leaving for our visit with my in-laws, I was entrusted with securing the house and I did so diligently. I made certain that each light was off when I left.
Many hours later, my dear husband exclaimed:
"You left the hall light on!" He was frustrated.
"No, actually, I didn't." I snapped.
The conversation stopped there. You know, the light being turned on could be interpreted by others as intrusion but I thought it was a nice gesture: while we were away, I thought more than a few times about coming home to a pitch-dark house. (It's on a very large lot without extra lighting beyond those on the street. Tucked back from the road, it is very dark.) It bothered me that I had chosen to turn every light off before leaving.
Anyway, there are four spirits around.