It wasn't a loud sound, more like a rustle, but I was sure it was coming from inside the flat.
Immediately, I dropped the bag and forced myself to calm down. I didn't want to rip up the clothes I'd just put on. I even considered striping just in case, but decided not to. What if it was a well intentioned neighbour come to see what had happened or some bird that had flown in. If I turned up completely naked, I don't know who would die of embarrassment - them or me.
So, I kept my clothes on and crouched to the floor and slowly made my way to the living room.
Everything looked to be fine but for the coffee table. It was vibrating, rattling on its four feet. I knew there was a small draw on the underside of the table so I told myself it had to just be something in there making a fuss. Definitely no ghosts.
Heart in my throat, I skirted a big circle around the living room and ducked into the kitchen for a nice big knife.
