This short read is a true, straightforward, matter-of-fact account of a brief, mystifying episode in my life.
I had had PTSD for quite a few years when, at the age of forty-nine, I began seeing apparitions in my apartment, which ultimately manifested in blacker-than-black figures. To say it was startling is an understatement.
Was I hallucinating from sleep deprivation?
Were they ghosts?
Or were they darker energies?
You decide.
4,250 words
