I slept in the spareroom on Saturday night. The spareroom, which is inhibited by Casper the Friendly Ghost. My friend has renamed it Trevalina however, so let's refer to her as that.
I got home at 9:00pm, after a boozy yet fun-filled day picnicking and such in Melville. I turned off all the lights and rested my weary head on the pillow.
At about 10:00pm, I felt activity in the room and snapped my eyes open, when I could see that the passage light was on. I was certain I turned it off, but who knows. I could see the light streaming in through the crack of the door. Then something walked past on the other side. So it wasn't in the room essentially. I saw two shadows of legs glide past. I thought Steve must be home after seeing the Violent Femmes concert.
Then, then! Ten minutes later Steve DID arrive home after the concert, I heard him put the keys into the gate, and his footsteps.
My blood ran cold.
So I had a firm chat with the ghost the next day: "Excuse me, but you're scaring the sh!t out of me. PLease stop it. It's so not cool."
And last night there was nothing. I think the time has finally come for an exorcism.