Is the house haunted?

I don't know.

Normally, I don't hold much stock for that type of paranormal, although, I've always held the opinion that if you're going to go to church and pray to God then you must on some level believe in ghosts.
By praying to God aren't you saying that there is an afterlife, a spirit-world, and if those things are real, and also true, then it would follow that ghosts, apparitions, etc. are at least possible.

For the last year or so Mikey has had a strange, irregular, habit of staring over my shoulder in a worried way.
It's disconcerting to say the least to have a nearly 100 pound, bite trained, German Shepherd try to climb into your lap as he stares a hole into the wall 6 inches above and to the left of your head.

When Mary and I were dating she told me a couple times that she felt as if someone were lightly touching her eyelashes, or sometimes touching her feet.
I've had that experience too.
You're trying to sleep and it feels as if someone is dragging their finger, oh so gently across your face.
It's freakin' weird.  (Man).

Many of us dog owners have had the chilling experience of their dog, who was previously sound asleep, jump to his feet at 11:27 on a Tuesday night and begin growling at something only he can see.
A something that is apparently:
A.)  4 feet in front of him
B.)  Making him nervous as hell
C.)  Invisible

That'll get ya' sleeping on the couch with the TV on for sure.

I say all this because I had another strange experience last night.

Dear "neighbor Fred" accidentally locked me out of my apartment Friday night, which necessitated me waking up the landlord at 4 Saturday morning.  Sorry, dear.

Last night I went to return the keys and we were chatting for just a sec about odds and ends.
The light over my sink has been out for the past 2-3 weeks.
The whole fixture needs to be replaced and I mentioned that I was thinking about getting a better, brighter, LED light to replace the old fluorescent one.  She said she'd have someone take care of it this week and lamented that this is one of those many little things that Steve, her late boyfriend/live in/roommate used to take care of. (I'm not really sure what his title was and I don't have a lot of interest in the love lives of the retired set.)
Steve passed away a couple months ago and it's been odd.
When he was alive he could be a little too "present" at times although he was a good guy and did his best to watch out for everyone on the street.
A couple times when I was really sick with the flu, he dropped in with home soup or stew.
He was solid with stuff like that.
I mentioned to Joann that I still hear his voice on occasion.
I honestly don't know if it's just my imagination or memory or something else but I still hear him chatting about lawn care or fixing some broken something around the house, or whatnot.
We said goodnight after chatting lamps (and me apologizing for waking her so late/early) and I went back down to the apartment and started brushing my teeth.
And then I stopped.
And I leaned out of the bathroom and stared at the light over the sink which was suddenly back on and working just fine.
Chills ran up my arms.
I'm sure dear "neighbor Fred" will have a perfectly reasonable and scientific explanation for this but it does strike me as odd that not 45 seconds after discussing the broken light, and how she needed to find someone else to fix it, and how she did miss Steve, and how I thought that I could hear him on occasion, that the light that not worked once in over 2 weeks, magically came back on.

I got the heebie-jeebies just typing this so I'm going to go walk Mikey.

TaTa.