I've neglected this blog for a long time. It isn't that I haven't experienced anything of the (para)normal; it's that spare time is sparse.
Anyway, to fill you in, as recently as last night the house was astir.
Scully and I were sitting on the sofa watching a movie and I gasped:
"I just saw a ghost." It had taken me by surprise.
"Oh, I felt a presence behind me." He admitted.
"Yes, it walked behind us and into the hallway." It had seemed to be heading into the kitchen.
Although the image was indistinct, I got the impression of a slight, elderly woman who was hunched over a bit.
Then, this morning, I was at the gym waiting for my spinning class to begin. I was upstairs with one other person, a clerk, who was arranging the bicycles.
"Hey," I said. "That door was closed. I know it was."
Neither of us had been anyway near the bathroom nor had we left the spinning room and yet the door of the bathroom was now wide open.
The clerk smiled and looked away quickly but didn't say anything. She looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Sometimes, people are afraid to mention ghosts because they don't know if the other person believes; at other times, people are constrained by rules/regulations as an employee of a company. Whatever the reason for her silence, I could tell she knew something.