The Haunting of N. Mallory

So, I have a ghost. It can’t all be blamed on cat mischeif. It just can’t.

It started simple enough. After my parents left me in Maine last Spring, I would come home and find the closet door open or wake up and find the utility room door open. Once I discovered the refridgerator door open.

Then it all got quiet for a bit and when it started up again, I blamed the cats as I caught them openning the utility room door once. Except it sometimes happened when the cats were with me the whole time in another room.

Then several months ago, my favorite orange hair scarf disappeared. It wasn’t in my bedroom or my bathroom, which was the only two places I could imagine it to be.

Right after Christmas, my cel phone charger disappear. I looked everywhere for it, even took out the luggage I’d used for Halloween and checked in there. (I was gambling because after 7 months of being missing, my cross-stitch showed up in my luggage, though I’d checked there multiple times.) I pulled boxes out of the office closet and dug through them all, even ones that hadn’t been unpacked since the move — and I bought the cel phone long after the move.

I also had a Halloween sock go missing right before Halloween and a Christmas sock went missing too. Just one of each pair, mind you.

Then I found two jars of mayo in the back of my fridge — I don’t eat mayo. It’s just nasty and though I moved there last April, one jar had expired in 2002 and the other in 2003. (O.K. I don’t know how this is related, but it’s just weird.)

I did find the Halloween sock. It was next to the washing machine one day. I don’t know how it got there because I looked there for the sock previously.

Last week, my coffee scoop went missing.

Well, this weekend, I became more determined to find the missing things. I eventually found my cel charger in a box of old walkmans and headphones that hadn’t been unpacked since the move but had been searched previously for the charger. I found the coffee scoop in with the measuring cups. I have no idea how that happened.

So, then someone suggested I ask the ghost where the scarf was and, I kid you not, as soon as I asked, I had this urge to go to the coat closet and search in there. I found it in the pocket of a jacket I haven’t worn since October though I have worn the scarf since then.

Currently, the rubberband that was holding shut my spice rack and my favorite orange sweater are missing. I’ve asked for the rubberband back. I’ll be curious where the sweater ends up.

I wish he was more like Cordy’s ghost on Angel. If I can’t get the cats to fetch me a glass of water, maybe he would.

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