Ghost Room

As I turned to the bedroom window, I saw what looked like the shad0w of someone. It was just the tree. Still, something didn't seem right. The way my head felt every time I walked into the bedroom was just odd. And the heavy, almost thick air that seemed hard to breathe. As if each step I took was taken underwater, my body did not want to be in there.

Still, I needed to know what was going on. Why did my head hurt? Why did I wake up with scratch marks and blood under my fingernails? Why did it become drastically colder than any other room at night? Why won't the dog sleep in my bed? The dog has slept fine in every other bed I've had since being its owner. Yet it hesitates to even come in the room.

There isn't much I can do, being broke and all. Guess I'll just deal with it for now. Until something drastic comes up, then I'll be forced to deal with it. Still, I won't let some stupid superstitions keep me from sleeping in the bedroom that I pay for. So, goodnight to you Mr. or Ms. Ghost, or whatever you are. I hope there is no malice, I sleep in peace.