Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.
Roomies are asleep. Work has started so they are always tired. I haven't actually laid eyes on them in a couple of days. They are still here. The smell of pot and empty beer bottles and take away containers strewn throughout the kitchen prove that, but it is almost like I have gremlins or a poltergeist ('80s movies rock... and roll!).
I never see them, but everything is slightly different everytime I come home. Things are moved barely inches. Sometimes the place is tidied. My cat always seems to be locked out and hungry. It is like I have a mischievious yet under-motivated spirit living in my space. This phantom isn't like any other ghost. No, this one is content. He doesn't have an axe to grind. He isn't trying to avenge some regretted wrong. No, this spirit drinks my beer, smokes weed, watches a lot of TV and laughs alot, but never in my presence. Almost like my presence would banish them to spirit world, never to enjoy the pleasures of this mortal coil again.
1 comment:
The Circle K seems to be a breeding ground for strange things.
And I concur, 80's movies do in fact rock (and perhaps roll).
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