Ethan Sweetland-May

So,

Even if three separate strangers hadn't told us that our new home, our first house, was haunted, by the end of the first two weeks of living there, even Abberlin and I were admitting that the house had an intense energy.

I mean, we love the house.

We love the hundred-year-old wood floors, and we love the high ceilings, but like, if after three years of marriage, her, the temperate rationalist, and me, the paranoid spiritualist, both were weirded out by something as ephemeral as energy,

It was serious.

It felt like the house wasn't ours.

It was holding on to the memory and the secrets of the people that lived there before us.

So I was actually really relieved when I heard Abberlyn coming in through the front door after she'd been gone on a run.

And I got up from unpacking, and I came to greet her, and she kind of stopped me.

And she was like, did you open the window in the attic?

And I was like, no.

And she's like, that's weird, because I was walking up just now, and it's open a little bit.

And I was like, oh.

The paranoid spiritualist is like, uh.

But Averlyn is high on running endorphins, right?

And she is not thinking about the randos who told us our house is haunted.

And she's already got a flashlight, and she's like, we've got to get up there and close that thing before it rains.

And before I've really thought it through, I am following her up the ladder into the creepiest part of the house.

Right?

The area in the attic, only a little bit of it has a floor like right around the ladder.