New Orleans is getting to me.
Or maybe it's the hot sun...
But I think there's somebody else in this apartment. I don't mean kiddo. He's sleeping upstairs alright but some days we come home and one of the ceiling fans might be on. They need to be turned on by hand so it can't be a ...hmmm... elf.
Just now I was standing around in the kitchen reading my work and I could swear someone else was there too.
Behind me.
I need to get my head straight.
There's actually a "brain thing" that can cause a feeling that someone is standing right behind you... freaky :D
This is an old house and it has a lot of wooden parts to it... so it's mostly just the house cracking and creaking and not some .....ghost or elf.
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