I walked by my bedroom to find a 30 something year old man sitting on the edge of my bed with his hands on his knees. I saw him. he saw me. poof, he was gone. I guess he was waiting on me to find his loved ones so that he could move on. There is something in my apartment moving around, besides the little black cat I see out of the corner of my eye, which I believe is my cat Medusa who passed years ago.

Until I meet the person who is missing the 30 ish something good looking man, I can’t help him move on. I really don’t like spirits to be in my personal space. It happens though. I have to tell them to leave. I just did.