Ghost Story

And something did go horribly wrong, all wrong in every way. First, it started when I spilled my coffee all over my work shirt. Work was rough too, every customer was such a pain and it felt like the day was moving in slow motion. I was happy to go home but too happy it seems. I got a speeding ticket for going 45 in a 30. Finally when I reached home the previous mishaps were simple inconveniences compared to what was to come. I got home to see my dog had gotten into some of the grapes I left on the counter and died. I had the dog taken away and grieved for my sweet friend. As I grieved I realized the same sensation as the nights before. A cold shift in the temperature, heavy pressure in the air as if I was being pushed into my bed. My thoughts began to race as I juggled my days inconvenience, my animals death and the horrid feeling that ate at my stomach. My gut told me to run, get out and get as far as I could from this place. However, I had nowhere to go and no money to rent anywhere else. I dealt with it, trying to find some rest closing my eyes. I could not relax, every few minutes or so I could feel the breeze of something moving over my body. As I opened my eyes nothing was there, my heart raced and I could not calm myself down. After hours of this I gave up on sleeping, battling the pressure of the air and the guy feelings that told me to get out in all capital letters. I began to read and as I did the lights began to flicker, I could almost feel the tension in the air. Where was it coming from? How could I stop it?

I called out to the disturbance, “What do you want?!” In frustration I yelled, begging for a response. Nothing, no response at all. I tried my best to ignore the signs and fell asleep In exhaustion. Waking up to another dreadful workday, when I got to work my boss came up to me and told me. “I want you to take this seriously!” Then he turned and walked away. Why did he think I wasn’t taking the job serious? What made him say that, I have an almost spotless record almost never making a mistake. Maybe, just maybe. The ghost was answering my question.