“Well, it’s probably not a ghost.” I assured my girlfriend as the tapping and scratching continued in the ceiling over our heads. “Maybe a mouse? Watch. I’ll just scare it away.”
I knocked on the ceiling twice.
Whatever was there knocked back twice.
Like a ghost would.
We both looked at each other as dust fell from behind a light fixture.
“I’m sure that’s just a coincidence. It’s probably just a bird or something...” I lie to myself as much as to her sometimes.