How to Freak Out Your Man

My bedroom was silent except for a constant hissing coming from the bathroom. So I headed that way and found someone had left the faucet running.

Grrr. Ethan must have been in here—or something. People are so wasteful.

I turned off the tap and started for the toilet—

Hiss.

Looking back slowly confirmed the water was once again running. Someone was playing a trick on me.

"TJ?"

The sink mocked me.

"Ethan?"

I took a step and someone lifted up the back of my shirt.

Ghost. I knew it. I'd been trained for this. Swinging my fists through the air, I made contact with the thing I couldn't see, punching, smacking, grabbing. The ghost was stronger than I was, and laughed and laughed, so I called for help.

"TJ, there's someone in the house. There's someone in the house. TJ!"

The ghost pushed me against the wall, but I came back swinging, commanding him to get out, that we were protected, and I would not let him hurt my family.

"TJ, there's someone in the house."

"What? Where? How do you know?" TJ asked, and from the closeness of his voice, we were in the same room. Though alarm rang in his tone, he also sounded tired, groggy.

I opened my eyes and realized I was talking in my sleep. "Sorry. I was just dreaming." I laughed. "Weird one, too."

When I returned to dream land, the ghost left me alone. I'm sure he'll never come back again.

I did kick his ass.

~Krystal