Just in time for Halloween...

... we have a haunted apartment. I'm almost sure of it. Last night, our bedroom door slammed shut and then opened again. Granted, the wind was blowing with gale force at the time, but how could it slam and then open again? Doesn't the wind usually blow through an apartment in one direction? It was extremely freaky. Even Boner was scared.

After Spike and I had watched the awful Red Sox game for as long as we could stand it, we both went to sleep, only to be awoken in the middle of the night by a loud clanking sound. I thought perhaps it was the booby trap that Spike sets in front of the door, but Spike thought that maybe the wind had blown our toothbrush holder over. He sprang into action, grabbed his machete and ran out into the living room. I'm sure the ghost or intruder was scared off by him immediately because we couldn't find what had made the sound!

This morning, I got up to do my Jane Fonda tape and was trying to keep the volume low so as not to disturb Spike. Once I got started, a loud radio sounding voice came through the TV at a much louder volume than poor old Jane. It happened about ten more times during the tape, so often that I had to mute Leslie Lillian singing "There's so Much More to You Than Meets the Eye." What could cause such a disturbance?

I was so upset by my ruined Jane experience that I thought perhaps my day would be ruined. But when Spike turned on the TV and we found out that the Sox had staged the greatest postseason comeback in 79 years, the day was saved! A lot of crazy things happened last night! Maybe the ghost helped the Sox win! Maybe he'll help them keep winning! Maybe I can live with a ghost if it means another World Series Championship!!!