I always blame my fear of basements and attics on the fact that I grew up in an apartment. I avoid both at all costs, which is turning out to be inconvenient since I tried to overcome my fear of basements by creating a work space for myself in the basement of my new town house and after quite an effort making a nice workspace I work in it pretty much never. As far as the attic goes, I am convinced that animals want to live the attic and I even sometimes hear a bump or a thud coming from the attic which cements my mind set as attic as a haven for rodents of new town. I've been the actual attic of this house about three or four times since moving here 5 years ago and always it is with the HVAC guy who is doing routine maintenance on the system. I always let the guy go up there first, call up and ask if he sees signs of animal infestations and then when he tells me everything is clean I go up to see for myself because I can not believe that all that thudding and bumping I hear is not due to my attic being the meeting hall for hordes of raccoons/squirrels/whatever can climb etc..... There is no evidence of any animal ever being in the attic. It's so strange considering the sounds.
The other day I came in from the garage, which is inconveniently down a long hall away from all of the living areas. I thought I saw a lanky silhouette of a figure walking with purpose into the formal living room, which we never use, so it was totally strange and also, who was that? Even the dog seemed to see "him" (not one of my brood- too skinny) because she stood in the doorway of the room he entered silently staring at something while I took off my boots down the hall and made my way over calling to who ever was in the formal living room (you know, stuff like "I've been ready to beat the shit out of someone I can't wait until we get robbed" or "I feel like shooting this gun in my hand") because I was sure I saw someone walk in there, but ...no one, nothing it was empty. And then it hit me how strange it was that I saw a silhouette and not a detailed person because I was seeing the details on the black dog from down the hall and if anything goes dark in low light it's her, and then it hit me.
I HAVE A GHOST.
There could not possibly be any other explanation because I most definitely saw an actual figure of a man walking into the room.
I am somewhat disappointed that my ghost is a dude. I would be hoping for a little kid or another woman to sympathize with my current life condition, or any of the long dead dogs I have loved, but in the end , I am also feeling somewhat conflicted about having a ghost because as anyone knows, I was so looking forward to not having anyone at all around me so I could concentrate on my work. I wonder what the tall thin ghost man is doing around here (besides making noises in the attic) I wonder how to tell if he wants or needs anything from us. I guess the upside to having a ghost instead of a living person is that I don't have to cook for him.