So, the ghost and I are having a disagreement. It keeps wanting to rearrange my things and I keep wanting it not to. The past three days I've been waking up in the morning to find small items moved from one side of the desk to the other. On the first two days it was just my wallet, a couple of coins, things that I normally keep in the same place and don't really look for before reaching for them. These I may attribute to simple forgetfulness, should I wish to do so, but yesterday my alarm clock had been moved clear across the desk, and I know for certain that I have not picked it up since the first evening when I set it. (In fact, I have not done anything but tap it to turn it off since then)
You may combine this with the odd computer glitches, the periodic screen jumps that I experience in that room and that room alone, the image ghosting, the replacement of my Windows startup sound with a strange mechanical screeching. You may also combine it with the periodic cold spots, the room's impenetrable dimness, and this morning's incident.
I awoke this morning to find myself very cold, the sort of cold that I have only experienced here when outside and trudging about in snow, or when my jangled nerves get the best of me in a darkened hallway (my mind filling itself with the yodeling cries of the Howlers in Clive Barker's: Undying). The reason for this was not a visible spectral presence, but the fact that my window was wide open. Now, please understand, it is well below freezing during the nights here, and my room stands steady at about sixty with the help of the endlessly groaning radiators here in the abbey, so there is no reason for me to have opened my window. Said window is also a unit of the type which must be lifted up along a track into the space afforded by the thinner panes above, and it is in a position (behind my rather deep desk) that makes it very difficult to gain proper leverage and pull the thing up. Finally, the window was fully opened, something which I was unable to achieve when I played with it on the day of my arrival.
So, conclusions: I am either, 1) losing my mind, 2) sleepwalking and rearranging the room/hallucinating extreme warmth in the night, or 3) the subject of the latest in--what my room's sighting list would have me believe--a series of hauntings focused around room 21 of the Wroxton Abbey.
Please consider this as you will.
part eight, page eighteen
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