I don't think I've mentioned it before, but I think we have a ghost.
It's just a little one, a cat I think. It jumps up on the bed and slowly creeps up until it reaches my back, then settles down. The stealthy footsteps and weight feel quite distinct, though no impressions are left in the bedding.
When it first happened I thought Gatsby had gotten in, but when I sat up to shoo him off nothing was there.
I started keeping a camera by the bed and tried to sneak a photo whenever I sensed a visitor, but I never caught anything. I quit because the flash terrified poor Gatsby on the rare occasions when it really was him.
I should be totally freaked out but, strangely enough, I'm not. Still, I do wish it would move on the big sandbox in the sky.