Ghost stories...(not a baby story...really)...

Jason and I both believe in ghosts and the supernatural. Hell, this would explain Jason's infatuation with Sci-Fi channels' GHOST HUNTERS and why we're going to Philly for our anniversary to relax, get pampered, thrift, and ummmm, visit the Eastern State Penitentiary? LOL.

Anyway, we have lived in our apartment going on four years now and sometimes wonder if our apartment is haunted. The building is over 100 years old located across the street from some of Hoboken's most historic houses. Anyway, it all started with what I like to try to say may be electrical 'glitches'. When our bedroom was located in what is now the den our television would do some strange things without the remote control. For instance, we would be laying in bed watching a show and suddenly the volume would go up and down...and the two of us would freeze knowing that the remote was by the television. Other times the channel would change or the power would shut off with perhaps the time we were listening the the NYC Marathon in the kitchen and Jason running to the set to view the winner and the set shutting off right when he rounded the corner being the weirdest!

So, naturally, the 'glitches' have followed us to our new bedding location (of which, this room NEVER had these problems). The first began with the cable box which has POWER light. Well, sure, the light remains on; however, how do I explain that the timeclock disappears at/around 4:00AM for five minutes several times in the past few weeks? I know this because Jason has to wake during this hour and and the cable box is the first thing I see when I open my eyes for a clock....OK, whatever.

Still not sold? I try not to be, too.
Until, little Bee arrives. Of which I try to explain her crying (which you learn to distinguish your own child's cries from others) outside my window in the trees at 2:00 AM on a Wednesday?
Or, on mornings when it is just me and Bee co-sleeping in dead silence...and the bars of her baby monitor are going berserk as if there is a raucous in her bedroom?
Probably the strangest was a 2:30 AM feeding...
Jason is holding Bee in his arms in the rocker just to the right side of my bed. Her eyes are shut and the bottle is still in her mouth. Suddenly we hear HER cry coming from her bedroom. Jason looks down, I look at the baby and simultaneous we look at each other with the WTF expression in our eyes.

And the most recent...
Jason's cat, Buddy, knows that Jason wakes up about 4ish - meaning he gets some love and food as Jason prepares and showers for work. Well, some mornings Jason is afforded some time to sleep in and Buddy, being a creature of habit, will meow until the cows come home in the kitchen. If this does not work, he goes into Bee's room to meow and wake her up (a smart and yet asshole move on his part in my opinion). Well, most nights we catch him when we hear the creak of the door opening. One particular morning, we both awoke to what we assumed was Buddy in all of his glory. It is dark and I see a shadow of a cat move in - but no meow sounds, the shadow is just sitting in the doorway. Jason does his normal cat call that Buddy responds to; however, the shadow does not move. Jason, grumpy from having to get out of bed, gets up (meanwhile, keep in mind that my eyes have not moved from the shadow)...and in pops Buddy's head from the entrance of our door to the rest of the house! Ummmm...WHAT THE HELL opened the babies' door HALF WAY.
You tell me...

As for me....as long as Bee doesn't get all creepy and starts crying staring off into the distance or, daresay, begins talking crazy talk to an imaginary friend about things she would never know about....I think we're OK.