7:30am
Nelly Furtado’s blares out of my radio causing me to jump out of bed.
7:45am
Shower.
8:00am
Begin deep cleaning everything that was in storage.
9:45am
While washing a few things in the kitchen sink the room grows bright, something brushes by me and I hear a loud crash.
I jump across the room and realize the light fixture has fallen from the ceiling and landed on the floor, shattering into a million pieces. In that instance I see something move in the corner of my eye.
I jump out of my skin but quickly realize it’s the paper towels flapping in the wake of my lightning fast reflexes.
9:46am
Chills run up my spine and I pause to contemplate whether this was mere coincidence or a paranormal act.
My heart beats madly as my imagination takes hold, causing hundreds of possible scenarios to run thru my mind. I take a deep breath and wait for my heart rate to slow. The rational part of my brain kicks in and I finally settle on two possible explanations for what just transpired:
- The landlord probably installed the light fixture incorrectly causing the fixture to come loose and dangle for a second before falling and shattering on the floor. This explains the brief increase in light intensity, brush on my shoulder and loud shattering noise.
- This was a ghost trying to send me a message that I should “GET OUT!”
I’m a firm believer that everything can be explained, you know, cause and effect. But I’m also not a fool and take any warning from the netherworld seriously.
9:47am
I take a moment to collect myself and realize this was just a series of unfortunate events. But also take a moment to address my new roommate.
“If you are trying to send me a message, mission accomplished. You want me out of your apartment! I get it. But before I take off I need to ask a favor. Please cut me some slack and allow me to live here for the next 4 to 5 years.
I would gladly pack my shit and get the fuck out of your apartment but I’m recently divorced, broke and just don’t want to deal with any more realtors.
If you can find it in your heart to let me slide I promise to be a good roommate. I won’t slam any doors or eat your food. Shit, I’ll even pay all the rent.”
9:50am
We bond and I go back to cleaning up the place.