Deja Vu

I had occasion to go downstairs early this morning, it was about 3.30, outside I could hear the wind and the rain battered the windows.

It was a typical scene from a haunted house movie, dim lit, cavernous shadows and creaky stairways. All it needed was a flash of lightening and it would have been perfect.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and ahead of me in silhouette against the window is a man.

I damn near died,

I blink and he's gone, it's our Cathedral Vase on a dresser. But in that light and from the angle I was at it was déjà Vu Freddie Krueger