I'm being haunted.
I've got a ghost walking my halls at night, making the floorboards creak and curtains flutter in his wake.
I've been afraid to say it out loud, in fear of being called crazy or worse.
Finally, I said it to my friend, S, "Can you hear that? Because it's keeping me up at night."
"Yes", she said, "I hear that. But it doesn't mean it's real".
And so I laid there, very still last night, listening to each sound, analyzing each chill he causes in me when I sense his presence.
And then I thought, maybe she was right, thinking you hear something isn't proof of existence.
Maybe I've been visiting the grave of a stranger, leaving flowers for a man that I never even knew.
I'm not sure which is the scarier thought; knowing there's a ghost within my walls or realizing that after all this time, it was really just the wind making the curtains billow in the breeze.