Its okay if you say no.
I still have a spirit attached to me.
I know that makes some people uncomfortable.
Chaozzy Lin
She had mentioned the spirit before in late night snapchats while she was drunk on wine.
I assumedshedidnt even believe the bullshit she was spouting.
But apparently she was serious about the ghost.
She said it followed her wherever she went.
She said it was friendly, but it could be scary for someone who wasnt used to the paranormal.
I could fend for myself.
The spirit wasnt going to bother me.
She arrived at my doorstep exactly one week ago with a bright blue suitcase.
When she first stepped foot into the house, there was a drop in temperature.
I remember it clearly because I told her: You came at the perfect time.
We were going through a heat wave but today is the coolest its been.
Of course, I was wrong.
I realized that when I let the dog outside to pee an hour later.
It was burning hot outside.
The house was the only place where the temperature had dropped and I hadnt touched the thermostat.
I didnt think too much of it at the time.
We spent the whole night talking, catching up about our careers and relationships.
In the morning, I woke up earlier than her.
I went to the cabinet to fetch the dog food, but the cabinet was already opened.Everycabinet was opened.
So were the drawers.
Is there a reason why you left everything open?
I texted her in case she was awake in her guest room.
I dont want the dog getting into bleach or rat poison.
Hell eat anything he finds.
About an hour after pressingsend, I heard the sound of the shower running.
I assumed she was awake.
I assumed she was getting ready to start her day.
I just swung the door closed and said, I really cant have the dog walking into the bathroom.
Hell eat whatever he finds.
Its the one rule of this house.
just dont leave the door open again or the cabinets or the drawers because he
The door creaked open.
Not the bathroom door.
The one to her guest room.
Why are you yelling?
She rubbed at her eyes, half asleep.
You didnt turn the shower on?
I wasnt planning on getting up until at least eight.
Do you sleepwalk or something?
She shook her head, walked into the bathroom, and turned off the water.
It must be the spirit.
I told you how much trouble it causes.
It doesnt mean any harm, though.
Ill talk to it.
Ill let it know the dog could get hurt if anything stays open.
I said, unsure whether my friend was screwing with me.
Later in the day, I heard her speaking to the spirit, requesting it to behave.
I think I even heard her bark.
The rest of the week, the cabinets and drawers and doors stayed closed.
The dog stayed safe.
But some other strange things happened.
I heard footsteps above me, like someone had been crawling on the ceiling.
I smelt something smoky coming from my bedroom, like a lit cigar.
I saw strange dots of light everywhere on the walls, across the television, in my mirrors.
And my dreams… they were the strangest Id ever had.
They were never violent, but they were weird, like I had been tripping on acid.
When my friend finally left, I watched her descend down the steps and into her Uber.
It took me a second to notice her suitcase wasnt bright blue anymore.
It was a deep, dark red.
Like the color of old blood.
I didnt even ask her about it.
I was just glad she was gone along with whatever came with her.
