Was I haunted — or was it the cat?

Esther Olson
Nov 1 · 3 min read

Things went bump in the night and I had a mystery on my hands.

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My evening routine rarely changes.

Put the kiddo to bed, take my evening medications, make sure the cats’ food and water bowl are fresh and full. The final touch of brushing my teeth and cleansing my face. It settles me, eases my anxiety, and prepares me for bed.

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Esther Olson

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Divorced single mom with an energetic little boy. Owned by three cats. Survivor of multiple abuse since childhood. C-PTSD. Wanna-be writer.

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