Chapter 19: The Ghost In My Living Room

For about a year and a half now, I have been sleeping in my living room in my comfy black faux suede reclining chair in front of the fireplace.  My kids always thought it was odd that I had a bedroom upstairs that seemed perfectly fine, but I never used it once my ex-husband was gone.  Matter fact, I flat out refused to go in there after dark because it creeped me out to no end. 

So, when I sit here in the dark with only a small lamp in the dining room for light to see where the bathroom is, I begin to wonder how I am not scared when I see the shadows move from behind me.  I guess it is because whatever is in my bedroom upstairs, feels threatening.  What is down here however, feels like it is part of me for some reason.

I know that doesn’t make sense, but I feel that perhaps the shadows that move around me once belonged to either a little boy who died in a barn fire in the very early 1900’s or an older woman who died here just after that.&nbs