You know how animals have an uncanny ability to stare at a wall, as if they see something incredibly interesting on it when all that you see is … a wall?

Abby has a habit of doing that during her middle of the night changings. Except in her case, she’s staring up over my shoulder, as if someone is standing there behind me. FREAKS ME RIGHT OUT EVERY SINGLE TIME. It plays into that little part of me that wonders if ghosts are real and that can’t look at a mirror at night without thinking of the “Bloody Mary” myth. And the part that has to close the closet door before I go to bed, or I can’t sleep.

I always force myself to look, knowing full well that there is nothing/no-one there, but there’s always a part of me that is still relieved to confirm it.

Yes, my mind works in weird and mysterious ways.