Supernatural 217 part 1

I was just thinking to myself, There's something I forgot to put on my blog... What was it? There was nothing in My Pictures that rang a bell but just now I've remembered.

My apartment is haunted.

It all started with a casual observation by Mara last semester the very first day we moved in. August 25, 2010. My younger brother's sixteenth birthday. It was night. Mara and I were talking and the conversation turned to the mysterious locked closet which none of our keys would open. When we turned on the a/c we could hear the heating and air unit come to life from inside the closet, but we couldn't figure out why it was always locked.

"Dead bodies," Mara said conspiratorially. "I needed a place to keep them."

She was joking. I laughed. Then we heard the knock. I looked at her.

"Was that the door?"

She shrugged.

We checked. It wasn't. We heard another knock, followed by a brief banging sound. The closet doors vibrated.

"It must be zombies!" Mara said. She loves zombies. "There are zombies in our closet."

"Must be," I agreed, grinning at her. "We have a zombie closet."

The next time we saw Jill (she was the invisible roommate for the first week or so) we told her all about our zombie closet that knocked every night (and only at night) almost without fail. On the first night of FHE, we asked everyone if their locked closet made noises and nobody else's did.

Even as the moose boxers faded from our daily stream of apartment jokes, the zombie closet remained and still remains. The zombies won't let us forget.