regards of a spectre

The Incidents

I'm sorry for breaking all of your plates. You were all having dinner and I wanted to set the table. There are some parts of this I'm still getting used to. Trying to pick them up as I felt calm, each plate felt like it weighed fifty pounds, then I got frustrated and angry, and tried to grab another one, and they all launched across the room and... Well, you know the rest. Michael, I'm sorry I hit you with all those plates. You were walking by while it happened! I really didn't mean it!

Or how I rack up the heating bill. I'm very cold, I know. I just like to be around you. Before you all moved in I had been alone for months. When you gather around in the room with the TV to watch a show, I like to be in there with you and watch it too.

But the room freezes because of me.

Or how when I try to speak with you it doesn't come out as words. So I try, and I try and I try... But you only become afraid because of the odd, quiet noises I make.

I like to watch you sleep.

You're all always moving all the time, and you never stop to talk to me! I just want to be able to look at you.
I must apologise to you Charlie. I know how I made you feel that one night. Everyone else was out at dinner, but you wanted to stay home and sleep. I don't really get to leave the house, so I followed you to your room and watched you doze off.
Listening to your breathing.
Listening to your heartbeat.
Charlie, you do some strange things while you sleep.
You move around in the most odd positions. Over the course of several hours you made two complete spins in your bed. You sleep very lightly too, even I have to be quiet so I don't wake you. You always reach out for things that aren't even there. You also laugh, and even cry a little occasionally over the night.

But then at one point in the night I noticed you stopped moving. You hadn't died, I could still hear your breathing and the pulsing of your heart. Your breathing became somewhat choppy. I tried looking around you try and see what was wrong, and then I realized...
Your eyes were open, and you were staring at me.
None of you can ever see me, so I guess I was surprised, and I panicked... And I screamed. You started to cry, but I couldn't calm down, until the door opened and the light turned on and the others rushed in to find out what was wrong. They began to comfort you as you described me in...
Unsavory detail.
They simply dismissed me as a "sleep paralysis demon" (you all say the strangest things sometimes) and you all went off to bed. I'm sorry for watching you, Charlie. I stopped after that incident. I spend my time in the walled off room in the basement so I don't cause you trouble at night anymore.