The one time that I may have had a "house guest" was while I was living in an apt in Tucson. My first night there as I walked around a corner I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. When I looked over, sure enough there was a man sitting on my boxes waving at me, and just like that he disappeared. I dang near jumped out of my skin, broke a closet door when I literally jumped backwards. I never saw him again, but for some reason, no matter how many times I locked the door to my porch it would be unlocked the next time I used it. |