“I’ve had tenants tell me that they have seen ghosts in your apartment.” my new landlord told me in our backyard that night. “In the garden too, there is one that a few past tenants have seen, It’s a woman, and she’s wearing something over her head, like a shroud, I call her “The Nun” and the last one to see her said she was sitting on the bench by your koi pond, If you see her, tell me.” I said, “Oh, You’ll be the first to know that one for sure.”Well my whole time there camped out on that bench in the shadows all I did waswatch the fish swim around, I never did see any apparitions, at that time in the mile square city of Hoboken New Jersey we had my own little horror show going on across the Hudson River. And everybody saw it. The those first few nights after 911 I would just sit there on that bench thinking, watching the koi and drinking a little wine. Those nights were unusually quiet, all the neighbors were inside watching the news, you could see the glow of their TVs in every window. Every time an airplane would fly over I would be keeping my eye on it. I remember thinking now would be a good time for ‘The Nun’ to make an appearance, it would get my mind off all of this. Seeing a ghost would actually cheer me up I thought. This was also the time that I was thinking that it might not be such a bad idea to starting painting these fish, I mean it was so calming and since there where not going to be any phantoms to come and divert my attention ala Scooby Doo, I might as well do something that would get my mind off thinking about that steaming pile of doom across the way.
February 15, 2014