Who You Gonna Call?

So it is a bea-u-tiful, sunny afternoon in Kingston and of course I am being held captive by my paper for my American Contemporary Literature class. That being said i've managed to steal away from my dog-eared copy of Arthur Miller's Crucible to spend time with my newborn blog. I made it clear in my previous post that I really had no set topics or direction for this blog, but what I do have on this sunny afternoon is a tale to tell. This tale is best read against the tune of Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr. 'BUSTIN' Makes Me Feel Good!'

So anyways ...

It was a cold, dark, and scary night. Actually I think it was mid-October, which was quite temperate, and it was more like morning, about 1:00am. I was lying in bed just crossing into dreamland when suddenly my bed began to shake. At first I thought I was imagining this, or that somehow I was causing it myself, but I had to be sure. I lept out of bed and turned on a light. The bed was suspiciously still. I went through some of the logical possibilities: maybe there was a rat or small mammal living in between my mattresses or possibly even that tiny, evil, troll who lives behind the skirting board of a girl's room in Steven King's Cat Eye. I prayed it wasn't the latter and lifted up my mattress to inspect. RELIEF: there was nothing there. I got back in bed this time focusing hard. When the bed began to shake again I knew for sure it wasn't me. And THEN ... I fell asleep, it was 1:00 am - I was tired. I tried to tell my housemates about my experience, but they brushed it off thinking I had somehow imagined it. That is until another mysterious event took place. A couple weeks after the bed incident I was working in my room. It was quite cold and there was a major draft coming from the hall. I shut the window in the hall and bathroom, but it was still freezing. My housemate, Calvin wasn't home, so I stuck my head in his room only to find his large window completely open, curtain billowing and all. I quickly and securely shut the window then went to class. When I asked Calvin later why his window had been open on such a cold day and that I had shut it he said that he HADN'T left his window open but that when he had come home it was open. This was AFTER I had shut it! At this point I became convinced that the 2nd floor of our apartment was haunted. I relayed the story to friends, but Dorcas, my other housement refused and still refuses to believe. I am adament that this is because her room is on the first floor of our place and the poltergiest had manifested itself only on the top floor. Thankfully there have been no other incidents but I suspect there will be...