There are seven pennies—all face up—placed at the top of my doorframe. I put them there some time ago, after a series of nasty night terrors. My pal Anton suggested it as a means of warding off foul spirits. I’m only mildly superstitious, but I was willing to give it a try. After all, the power of positive thinking can dissuade a malevolent ghost as well as a salt circle, right? And, guess what. It worked. The night terrors stopped.
For a bit.
A week or so ago, I woke up to find a shadowy figure standing next to the bed. He spoke, rather calmly as I recall, and his voice was youthful and pleasant.
“I don’t have a reason to be here.”
That’s what the figure said.
I jumped up in bed, and the figure vanished.
A dream? Probably. But I’ve been hearing weird creaking outside the bedroom for the past couple of nights.
Probably my imagination. Once you see one ghost, you start seeing them everywhere.
Last night, though, one of the pennies fell from the doorframe. It just… dropped. Tumbled to the floor and bounced across the hardwood just outside the bedroom. I might not have realized it straight away, but it made the dogs bark.
I put the penny back upon the door. As I write this, I’m watching the coins. If one of them happens to slowly slide from its position and fall to the floor again… well… I don’t know what I’d do.
While I wait, though, I might as well get my newsletter going again, right?
My muse is a ghost.