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  Chapter 4

  When my eyes opened the next morning, the world seemed no different.

  It didn’t seem that it should be that way since I felt so different. I couldn’t explain it to anyone if I tried. I wasn’t really afraid. I wasn’t crazy. That thing had appeared again and this time it spoke to me.

  Sitting up in bed, I looked around the room. There was no trace of my ghostly visitor.

  Everything looked so perfectly ordinary. My books were sitting on my desk where I left them, my clothes were draped over the chair, and the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Everything was just like I left it.

  How was it possible everything could look every bit as common as the day before?

  I stretched my neck to examine the floorboards in the corner, they appeared normal and boring. The corner where the being stood was vacant in the morning light, but that was okay. I knew what I saw and heard.

  It didn’t matter that nothing was in chaos. It didn’t matter there was no trace of the ghostly intruder. He was real, and he was there. I could feel him watching me from some invisible place.

  “I know that you’re there,” I whispered.

  I waited a moment to see if he would respond. The house creaked and groaned, but far off there was something else, almost like breathing, but not quite. It was almost an electric hum, but lower and more primal.

  “I’m not afraid of you,” I declared to the empty air.

  With some reluctance, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I was a little embarrassed, not sure if an unseen man was watching me. I tried not to think about the possibility of a ghost seeing me naked. Many times while I was getting ready for school, I stopped and listened for some sign he was near.

  Dad was already up and drinking coffee at the kitchen table when I came downstairs. After a quick “good morning”, he began making telephone calls to more contractors, speaking to me only between calls when he was dialing the next telephone number.

  I didn’t mind his distraction. I was too preoccupied. I just kept thinking about what I saw and heard the night before, and how I knew for sure now that I wasn’t crazy.

  The thing that I was seeing in my room was real. I saw him with my own eyes and heard him with my own ears. He was NOT a figment of my imagination.

  I ate my cereal so fast that I barely tasted it. I was excited about the day. I didn’t have to worry about being crazy anymore and that was enough to improve my mood. Ghost haunting the house? That’s fine; just don’t let me be the crazy new girl.