Lovely wedding today, small, but it still made for a long day. I’m ready for sleep… but first there’s a ghost story for you.

Every night, like clockwork, at 3:05 am, I hear a drawer open downstairs in the kitchen. I live alone. I don’t have pets; I lock my doors and windows. But even the first night after I moved in, the clock strikes 3:05am and I’m awakened by the distinctive sound of a drawer in the kitchen being opened.

Here’s the thing, though: it’s 3:05 in the damn morning. I’m tired. I don’t know if some ghost is looking for the silverware drawer or what, but if that’s the only thing they’re doing, I’m going to let them do it and I’m going back to sleep. And in the morning, all the drawers are closed – half the time I don’t remember I had woken up at all.

Fast forward to tonight. I can’t sleep, so I’m reading a romance novel on my Kindle in bed when I hear a drawer open downstairs in the kitchen. I look over at the clock and verify – yep, 3:05. Maybe it was because I was already awake, but I quietly climbed out of bed, threw on my robe and slippers and pat quietly down the stairs. I creep around the corner and into the hallway where I hit the light switch immediately.

In the kitchen, every single drawer and cabinet was wide open – except one drawer. I stare around at the cabinet doors hanging wide open, every drawer exposing its content as they extend from the counter at full extension. I reach the one closed drawer an touch the knob. Just a normal knob… I experimentally tug on the drawer pull and… it starts to slide open. This was a drawer I hadn’t yet filled, so I was a little surprised to see a white note inside the drawer.

I opened the drawer completely and took the note, folded in half. In neat handwriting it reads: “Thank you for finally looking.”

And then, all at once, every drawer and cabinet slams shut.