AND I always thought that the apartment where my husband lived was haunted. Everything he did called me crazy, but I heard the sounds of the kitchen, opening and closing the door all the time. So I have always ignored it, but one day, my husband and I intend to go out for a moment. He told me that he would soon be at home when I talk to him on the phone. I took a shower and dressed and did makeup when I heard the open door and then closed. I said, “Hello honey, I'm almost ready.” Then I heard something in the kitchen and it was the sound of unpacking tin foil. And then I heard the microwave signal, as if my husband was cooking leftovers. But when I finished my makeup, I went downstairs and didn't see my husband!
