Submitted by Frances on Mon, 08/23/2021 - 9:39pm

Josie was a little startled to learn, as she prepared to move into her lovely new apartment, that her daughter and grandson would need to come share it for a few weeks while her widowed daughter was working on a project in this city.  Well. . .. .family in need And

 her very young grandson had health problms, so he needed to have a supportive setting. And quiet. Her first night in the apartment, she looked around and wondered how she was to amuse him. Then she went to bed.

Only to wake up in the middle of the night. Well, you couldn’t expect to spend a peaceful first night in a new home. Strange noises and all of that. And they were very strange noises. Sort of a snuffling noise, and that was bad. It would frighten her grandson. After all, it frightened her. She  got up to try tracing its source. That turned out to be impossible. When she went into the  living room, it seemed to come from the second bedroom. When she went into the empty bedroom, it seemed to come from the living room. When she went back there, it seemed to come from the kitchen. When she went there, it came from theJosie was a little startled to learn, as she prepared to move into her lovely new apartment, that her daughter and grandson would need to come share it for a few weeks while her widowed daughter was working on a project in this city.  Well. . .. .family in her very young grandson had health problms, so he needed to have a supportive setting. And quiet. Her first night in the apartment, she looked around and wondered how she was to amuse him. Then she went to bed.

living room again. But not before she saw the wastepaper basket move a little bit. Exasperated rather than scared, she headed back to her bedroom. But as she entered, she saw one of her slippers, which she’d neglected to put on, rose up in the air and then fell down in a different place. Oh, great, a poltergeist. Just what she needed. “Behave, you,” she snarled. “Don’t you dare scare my grandson.”

The next thing that happened was she felt something licking her hand. It was a tentative, friendly lick, no mistaking that. A dog? If it was a reasonably well behaved ghost dog, perhaps her grandson would love it.