Part Of My Job Is Haunted

I often think I'm being spooked by something.  I've cut off all ties to the Blue Room at my parents house, because when I'm in there it feels like I'm being watched and if I lay there long enough without intervention, it feels like I'm being breathed on and then touched.    I don't shower in the upstairs bathroom at their house, because when I'm in there it also feels like I'm being watched.

I don't know what the spooks want from me, and I'm not sure if I believe in them, but I sure do feel weird sometimes.

At work I have to go to the owner's house to fix his computers and things.  He lives on an old farm that has 3 historic homes on it.
A few months back we were looking for a laptop, so my coworker and I looked around one of the houses and it was eerie to say the least.  I imagined Civil War soldiers, bloodied and dying, being treated by the house wenches.  I imagined most of them died and now haunt the basement.

I went there last week on my own and I met a different kind of spook.

I actually saw this one.

I was working on the computer with my back to the room.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark figure walk to the other side of the room.  She was a woman and had her head tilted down, hair covering her face.  She rustled in a bowl of candy.
I turned around and she bolted toward the bathroom.  The door slammed and then it went silent.  I worked on the computer for a while longer and then left.

She didn't come back out of the bathroom.  She made no noise.  There were no candy wrappers.  No trace of a car that she might have come in.  I haven't any idea who it was that I saw, but I guess she had a hankerin for some sweets.

Things To Complain About, part 3

My favorite person is in Argentina right now, or maybe Chile.  It's not fair because:
1. I miss him.
2. I want to go there.
3. He shouldn't take trips without me.


4. I don't have a bottle of Noble Vines red blend OR a wine uncorker to soothe my sorrow.

Mostly just 1-3, though.