A feeling of unease echoed inside me, but I couldn’t figure out where the phantom feeling arose from. All I was aware of was the fact that it kept my mind and body from shutting down for the night.
I stared up at the ceiling, a hint of light from outside creating a myriad of ghostly shapes on my ceiling. As a child, they frightened me, but as an adult, they were a welcoming of my return.
However, it wasn’t their haunting memories that kept me up, but the presence I felt.
Two doors and a hallway were all that separated us, and yet it felt all too close and not close enough at the same time. At least at home there was a bathroom, closet, and another bedroom that buffered my room and hers.
Her presence was necessary, but it unnerved me. I wasn’t accustomed to having someone around, especi
