Happy to oblige because I think the situation is pretty funny and I’d be intrigued too. It’s my first time experiencing a ghost/spirit/whatever. I wasn’t a believer before but like, what else am I supposed to do? There’s only so much I can ignore the footsteps going up and down the stairs when my cat is looking directly at the stairs and then back at me like “you hearing this shit?!”

So I assigned Casper a gender because he seems like a mischievous but usually fun guy. He makes a lot of racket in the kitchen, like random sounds. Once it was the sound of someone squeezing a Solo cup. Like, that’s a very distinctive sound unlike old house sounds or thumps. He also knocked a huge clock off the wall and I wasn’t thrilled to sweep up the glass, but that’s the worst he’s done. The bedside table incident this week was the closest to me he’s ever been and had it happened a few years ago, I would have lost my shit. But we’re cool now so I was like “well played, Casper” and rolled over.

The house was built in 1896. A longtime neighbor told me that a loooong time ago it was an unpermitted bar for gay patrons. Other than that lore, I don’t know anything about previous residents. It was a rental before I bought it in 2016.

So yep. That’s the scoop. A woman, her black cat, and a ghost all happily coexisting in Church Hill.

Edit to add: Nice to hear from you friend!!