Yesterday morning at 5 am-ish I awoke to someone playing a single note on the piano. Hindsight tells me it was all in my head - at least mostly in my head because everyone else slept through it (that being said, I have piano lessons in the morning on Tuesdays and they sleep through that, too). Steven finally stirred - probably because I was staring down at him until he woke up - and I made him go check it out.
"The piano's closed," he simply stated.
I rarely close my piano.
So it wasn't a huge consolation.
I had two nightmares about someone being in my house for the next hour until I awoke to get Bradley ready for school.
Luckily, Emmy had a book fair and I had a Pampered Chef party keeping me out of the house most of the morning. I just felt yicky all day long - I had that ominous feeeling like someone was in my house. I kept hearing things - mostly coming from the master bathroom. Like I said, Yicky.
Bradley and Emmy were done with school and Bradley went over to the neighbor's house while the ladies and I were having a quick snack. Then Emmy and I hear a crash from upstairs. Stupidly I yell out "HELLO?!"
Like someone's going to answer.
I grabbed Olivia and Emmy and we retrieved my neighbor.
He and I went through the entirety of my house together (thanks, Roarke!) - no one to be found (thought I still walked around the rest of the day with pepper spray in my pocket). He left and Emmy and I went back to our snack and we hear two more footsteps from the bathroom.
"Why don't we play outside for a while." I say after cursing under my breath.
I have a freaking ghost.
I had piano lessons with two students later that afternoon. I almost asked the parents stay, but I felt too stupid to ask them. And what do you know, one of them heard it, too. I heard some weird bump, thump, or thud (they're all different!) at least 15 times yesterday.
All that being said, Steven humored me last night and offered a prayer on our (my) behalf.
And today, I haven't heard from my ghost, ... yet.
And, yes, yicky is now a word.