The ghost was starting to irritate me. I’d first noticed it hanging around in the stairwell to my flat, hiding in the flickering shadows cast by a misfiring neon light. Strobing in and out of sight with each explosive bang of the ignition it raised its head and stared at me every time I passed.
I’d ignored it for the first week or so – most things that just turn up like that only last a short while before either moving on or dissipating. There was nothing in the recent past that might anchor it as far as I knew – no sudden deaths or crimes of passion. This sort of thing isn’t unusual for me, which is why I seem to be handling this with such nonchalance.
I suspect if I were like most people and this were my first encounter with a spirit of any description I’d be a lot more freaked out. If I had to try and pin down why I see and hear what I do, I think its best described as actually paying attention.
