yes.

yes.

i used to stay at the hubbards' all the time, when i was a teen. mr h has died when marie was 8, and ethel ruled the roost. i used to sleep in the big bed with marie. one night, an orb woke me, just inches from my nose. i gasped, and it zoomed int the closet (that led to the attic). i woke marie, whoi told me to go back to bed, that she thought it was her dad, checking up on things, and that it happened all the time.

years later, when ethel died, i watched the house during the services. turns out they were on the same day that mr h had died, waiting for a police car to take him to the hospital. there were no ambulances in our town in those days. mr h had expired at 2 pm on a sunny june afternoon. as i sat in the parlor reading, at precsiely 2 p.m., a great wind swept through the house, and all--i mean ALL--of the windows slammed shut. i like to think the mr had come for ethel, and they took one last tour of their home before moving on.

ninja.
fo' sho'.