I’m at the hotel, to unlock for drywall guys. Beautiful 8am Sunday morning.
As I’m opening the door to turn the alarm off I can hear footsteps back-and-forth in the damn building. Really loud.
I don’t want to go in till the drywall-er show up. More so because I prefer not to disturb the
resident spirits.
I've learned to keep my experiences to myself.
So the tradesmen, don't get spooked!
I said nothing, opened for them, left!