Ghostly visitations bedevil local homeowner
Ghostly visitations bedevil local homeowner
If I’m going out at night, I keep certain lights lit and turn off the rest.
Standard stuff.
Yes, I have maintained perfectly normal human relationships.
The play ran its 80 minutes and then it was over.
Tracy, who was sick over the New Year’s weekend (and two more weeks after that; it’s the crud that’s going around), has taken a sudden interest in football.
[...] we talked about the show, and about whether our plans to watch the Super Bowl somehow indicated a diminished sense of social responsibility.
[...] the light I always leave on in the living room was not on.
The back porch light was off.
The bulb outside is one of those light-sensitive ones that go off in the day and back on at night.
The door was locked, but the key was missing.
Maybe some weird burglary?
Nothing was missing.
Indian burial grounds, perhaps, or some unexplained natural phenomenon, just living out its electromagnetic destiny.
“At any rate I’ll never go there again!” said Alice as she picked jcarroll@sfchronicle.com.