“A ghost?” grinned her husband at breakfast. “There’s a scientific explanation for everything.”
“If that’s so, why couldn’t you figure out what’s causing our electrical glitches?”
The clicking of switches without turning lights and stove on had been going on for sometime. More frightening was what happened in the basement.
Julia was alone, cleaning shoes. Her son’s remote toy car started up on its own. Rolling along a wall it reached the corner, turned, increased speed and aimed towards her. Within two feet of her side it lurched to a stop.
“Neighbour’s garage door opener having same frequency as the toy car,” Daryl reasoned.
“Really? Why didn’t the car continue straight into the laundry room instead of turning?”
While Daryl thought of an answer, their son burst into the kitchen.
“I heard you talking in your sleep, little man,” Julia quipped.
“I was awake.”
“You got up to play?”
“No. A boy was standing by my bed, staring at me. We talked. Then he disappeared.”
“What did he look like?” Julia asked.
“It was too dark to see.Think he was my size.”
Julia shivered. “That’s it! Same boy spirit trying to get my attention.”
“Nonsense!” snorted Daryl before leaving.
“He just wanted to play,” said their son.
All the strange occurrences soon stopped, except for one.
Daryl felt tickling at the back of his neck. Sure it was Julia he turned to confront her but saw no one.
“There had to be a sensible explanation,” he maintained. “Even if not obvious at first.”