Haunted

So I've been living in my apartment here in Seattle for about a year and a half. I had the feeling that something wasn't quite right, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Turns out the place is haunted.

That's right my friends, the place is haunted. Knocks on the door when no one is out there, weird figures appearing, bruises on random parts of my body. Yeah it's creepy.The weird thing is that I've grown to be comfortable with it. Two years ago the mere mention of ghosts or haunting brought tears to my eyes. I was sitting in a coffee house with my friend and she suggested doing a ghost tour in Scotland and I just started crying. So why is it that now that I'm actually experiencing it, I'm ok with it?

I honestly don't know. I'd say that it is because I know she (yes the ghost is a she) won't hurt me, but I actually did get a bruise. There was about four days after that happened where I could barely poke my head out from under the covers in a dark room. Now, when she knocks on the door it doesn't even phase me.

I can't wait to get out of here so I can read a ton of books on the paranormal. I'd do it now but I have no time...and I doubt I'd ever sleep again.

Ugh I guess it is back to work now. 8 days until my defense!

*Edit - defense has already taken place at the time of this posting :)