Insanity huh.

 Insanity huh. You know you are okay if all is cool in your orbit, right? My friend calls and asks to accompany her to the psychiatrist. She has several dead people, or you know them as ghosts. In her apartment. The ghosts at her place allow themselves to be heard in a myriad of physical actions, but you can't see them yet. Example: You disconnect the TV and it turns on by itself to a white screen. You hear painful sounding whispers and growling from TV speakers. My friend Sally can no longer have flour, salt, sugar, creamer or any white powdery substance in her place. This action is a favorite of mine in her place, and I saw it happen. Her boyfriend insists if I can stay for a few nights.  Must say the pullout bed from Ikea was okay. 

3 a.m. saw the cupboard to the left of the sink open, and a bag of flour fell to the floor. The bag broke and flour spilled out. Was sitting on the couch, yeah, laughed and walked over.  Stopped chuckling when I stood over, the spilled flour. 

Two small foot prints were in the middle of the broken flour bag. Could even see the tiny wrinkles of the feet. Knelt next to this precious bag of flour. and wept little, as I am a father. A couple of tears rolled down and fell into the footsteps of the toddler's ghost. My forearm hair was standing, my fingers trembling. I was in a haunting, at the exact point, that on the wrong choice. You join the dead. 

Q: How do you know when you are in the middle of a ghost story, a bonafide haunting?

A: (to be continued, please check back)