I don't know if I believe in ghosts. I don't not believe in ghosts. But I'm not sure that even if there were ghosts they would want to hang around haunting live people. That seems pretty boring.
Although I guess I can understand the ones who swoop out of the dark yelling "GEEEEEEEEEET OUUUUUUUUUUT!" They probably just want a bit of peace and quiet. I get that.
I'd like to think that if there are ghosts, and that if I became one, I'd find something more interesting to do. Like travel. It would be awesome. No worries about finding a place to stay, or something to eat, you just go. Of course, I don't know the logistics of it; you know, whether you're tied to a certain place or person or something, or whether you just get to wander around. Do I get to decide what my unfinished business is? Because I'd like to see a sunset in Tuscany. And go back to Iceland one day. I'd really like to go for a long walk in the Irish country side. See some ancient ruins in Greece. Ooh, and lie on the ground and look up through the Eiffel Tower when it's lit up at night.
Anyway. The reason I'm wondering about all of this is because I'm kind of convinced that our apartment is haunted. The other night, I sent Beege to bed, and she came running back out of her room, looking stricken. "There was a white thing moving in my room! And the door closed by itself!" I tucked her in and reassured her that the white thing was just the poster that's come loose beside her bed, and that the hinges on the door aren't set properly so it swings sometimes. Because of gravity or something.
I mean, the things she was worried about were easily explained away, but what about all the other stuff? Kee came back out one night a few weeks ago and said she'd seen a white thing moving over by her bed. And what about that weird halo of light that I saw in the kitchen last night, and couldn't find a source for? What about the way the kitchen cupboards keep opening when no one's in the room? Or that motion sensor nightlight that turns on sometimes, as though someone is passing in front of it, even thought nothing's moved and the room is brightly lit? The evidence is stacking up. I'm starting to feel like there's something else in here with us, and to tell you the truth, I'm a little spooked.
So it's just as well that we bought a house yesterday.
Didn't see that coming, didja?