Julie's eyes nearly bugged out of her head.  How had he known?  The glare made her shrink away from him a bit and as she realized he was focused somewhere past her she looked over her shoulder.  Seeing nothing she turned back.<em>Okay maybe this guy is a whack job.</em>She thought and her right hand went to her right rear pocket where her fingers dipped in and made contact with her phone.   Just in case.<br/><br/>"Uh, yeah.  I thought it was just stress and lack of sleep at first.  My hairbrush would be in the wrong drawer or my blow dryer in the floor of the shower when I got up."  She looked at the watch on her left wrist to check the date.  "About a month ago I think."  She made a face wrinkling her little nose and closing her eyes.  "No I can't be more specific than that really.  Working twelve plus hour days for a little more than a month, I've sorta begun to lose track."<br/><br/>Standing at his full height he dwarfs her five foot three inch height.  Julie found it both intimidating, thank you glaring scowl, and attractive.<em>Great.  The first guy you notice in this town and pay any mind to is a nut job who gets rid of ghosts.  Like the one you're seeing and hearing.  You're both going straight to white padded cells.</em>And on her thoughts rambled.  "The bathroom is the second door on the right."<br/><br/>The first was a closet and didn't bother asking him to excuse the mess.  Her bathroom was immaculate.  As was her kitchen.  They were the only two places she couldn't abide clutter and mess so they were both always spotless.  Her bedroom door was pulled closed, not that she was trying to hide a mess, but it was currently covered in clean clothes she had just piled in front of her dresser and prints she was arranging and deciding between for a gallery showing.   All of the art on the walls in her apartment were her own prints, as were most of the photos of family and friends around the small place.