Apparition


The empty room was thick with an eerie silence I’d never experienced before.

I sat against the wall with legs splayed on the floor, a beer in one hand and my smart phone in the other. Reese had just texted with the usual message; I’m sorry, Ben, I have to work late again. My wife the lawyer. At that point we hadn’t had dinner together in two weeks.

So there I sat, alone and buzzing in the empty living room of our new SoHo apartment with the definite sense that something was off. The place was creepy. For the first time I understood the phrase; the silence is deafening. At first I thought it could have been just the emptiness of it. All the space where furniture should be. I was wrong.

A woman’s face suddenly swam into view in my mind. She was pretty and brunette and when she spoke she whispered only two words. “Kiss me.”

I woke up in bed to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Reese was stirring next to me and I couldn’t help feeling a little disoriented. I swung my feet off the bed and stood, my lower back screaming with stiffness from moving the bedroom set in the day before.

“Who could that be at 8 o’clock in the morning?” My wife asked as she stood to follow me.

“I don’t know,” I replied pulling my jeans on. “How’d I get into bed?”

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