Fit for a postcard

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Walk into the building. Notice a postcard on the floor. Big black loopy letters. None of my business but I read it anyway.

Dear Clayton,

Remember Jesus is the Joy of the Season.

Love Granma

I always suspect Clayton is one of those runaway Omish. He reminds me of Shaggy on Scooby Doo except with a big beard and a lazy eye. The building manager has taken to wearing the Michael Myers Halloween 4 outfit. You know the dark navy blue mechanic one piece outfit. Well a day or so ago I heard a weird noise in the adjacent room. Went in and couldn't find the source of the noise.

Well ten minutes later I hear this crashing sound. I go to the same room and all the stuff that was on the drawing table was on the ground. I like to think that scientifically there was too much on the table and the stuff tipped the top of the table over and fell. I spend a lot of time here by myself so the last thing I would need is a cranky ghost. However, if there is one I'm looking for a ghost that likes to brainstorm, drink coffee and edit my press releases.

Anyway, the point of this one afternoon I was on my way to throw out the garbage when speeding around the corner came the bldg. mngr. in his outfit and scared the crap out of me. It was the same day the table fell. Of course I blurt out, "WHY ARE YOU LURKING!!" He replies that he was sorry to have startled me and that he wasn't lurking. Which I know he wasn't lurking, but at that moment he scared me. The building is old and gloomy with creepy art work so the atmosphere lends itself to the bizarro.