Every once in a while, when I for­get about my ghost, it let’s me know that he/she is still here.
The other morn­ing my hus­band men­tioned that an antique clock on his dresser chimed. It has not been used in 20 or more years. I told him he prob­a­bly bumped the dresser which set it off.
Today I was mak­ing the bed, totally on the other side away from the dresser and the clock chimed twice. Okay. So I went over to the dresser and opened and shut all the draw­ers a few times softly and harshly. Noth­ing.
Must be feel­ing a lit­tle lonely.
Still spooky.