Dark Matter

Today has convinced me that our flat is haunted.

The two times the fuses were blown, I didn't even think twice that it had happened when I, specifically, tried to turn on the lights. Then a few days ago, it happened again. When I told Amanda, she goes, "it only happens to you!"

A few days before that, I had gone down stairs to check on the laundry, and it was done, but the dial kept turning around and around. I watched it for a bit to see if it would stop at the top, but it didn't. I probably watched it for about five minutes. Then I called Amanda down to see it. She freaked out. Then I stopped it manually.

I didn't think that I believed in ghosts, but Amanda does, and she actually checks for them and can usually sense their presence. She can't sense this one though. But I was starting to believe that there may be one in this house.

One day when I was sitting on my bed, my door was swinging slightly. There was no breeze and no one had touched the door.

Then this morning. I was reading on my bed, which is underneath my window. And I got a call from Ben. He was outside our apartment, so I went down to let him in. "Did you not see me? I was waving to you!" ..."What? I was sitting on my bed"... "No. I saw you, it looked like you were brushing your teeth or something"... He hadn't slept last night, so he may have been hallucinating, but still. I have a ghost double. I think she is my dark matter equivalent. And she is following me around the flat.

Amanda leaves for an interview in Atlanta tomorrow morning. I am going to be so scared here by myself... I need a night light.

I am definitely moving next term.

In happy news: I'm going to a Oxford/Cambridge rugby match tomorrow and the London Symphony Orchestra on Friday! And Griffin is coming on Sunday! Life is fabulous. Minus the ghost...