I’d spent way too much time writing a ghost story and, to be honest, I might have freaked myself out a little bit. Home alone, well past midnight. The Airbnb next door is empty. Neighbors upstairs are on vacation. It’s just me and my cat, Kiki.
I come out of the office and realize the hallway is dark. My room is dark. It doesn’t look welcoming. Kiki rubs against my leg, then looks down the dark hallway, gets really still and then says, “Meow?” Facing down the hallway.
It’s quiet and I listen hard because I swear I heard something, but beyond Kiki’s inquiring meow it’s silent.
I realize technology can get me out of this spooky stalemate.
“Alexa, turn on bedroom lights.”
There’s the bong sound indicating Alexa heard her name, then a pause. Then, “What are you afraid of?”