As I walked up the stairs, the lights in the stairwell went out. I sat on the step until my eyes adjusted. I could tell there were no lights on upstairs, but I still heard noises. I sat there in the dark, not frightened, but instead, as I would have said in the sixties, "I got good vibes." I got up, went back downstairs, finished what I was doing and went home. Then one night, one of the other tenants was working late on a Thursday night and about midnight appeared in the doorway looking pale. "Did you hear that?" I was asked. "Sure." I replied, "It’s only the pool-playing Pythians." "But they left hours ago." she said. I said, "I know." After that, I never saw that person working late on a Thursday night again. |