A Ghost Story

[shadowkitty]

Every year, on the anniversary of my Grandfather's death, something falls off the unit in our front room on the stroke of midnight. Every single year that we have a cabinet or shelves on the west wall of our front room, no matter where we're staying.

I spent last night, his thirtieth anniversary, nailing the shelf down & moving everything into the centre. At half past eleven, something fell down the back. Loudly. I daren't go look to see what it was.

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[buzzylittleb.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

[shadowkitty.livejournal.com]

I haven't looked yet. Whatever it is, it's still there. Waiting.