When I first start hanging out with people, I take a while to open up.
I don’t tell them everything about me right away, because I’m afraid of how they might start to see me before they truly know me.
Some of those details include my rough upbringing, but even more controversially, are my several ghost experiences. I rarely bring up my run-ins with the supernatural, but it’s not because I don’t believe they were real. I just hate the skeptical look I get when I relay my 100% true stories to new folks. That’s why I’ve kept my mouth shut for the past several months of living in this house, even though I’ve been genuinely freaked out by the possibility of a ghost living in my attic. You see, my room has a separate entrance to get to the attic. That wouldn’t be so weird, except for all the strange noises I hear coming from up there, day in and day out. I never told anybody, but I was extremely excited to share this information with my HVAC technician last week after he finally told me what was going on in my haunted attic space. I had noticed the indoor air quality was generally starting to decline as our pollen bloom erupted outdoors. I figured that the air filters and air ducts probably needed some help to clear the airborne contaminants from our breathing air. I called a local HVAC technician and he showed up to inspect all of my indoor air quality control devices shortly thereafter. Everything was going fine, until he got up into the attic above my bedroom. Suddenly, he exclaimed in horror as I jumped back from the bottom of the ladder with fright. Had he found someone up there? Apparently, there wasn’t a ghost, but the spirit of a failed HVAC system. The ductwork in my attic was old and torn apart by animals. The air ducts had been disintegrating and shifting in the attic for years, probably. This HVAC destruction was the ghost that plagued my sleep, and soon, my wallet.