It’s 1975 and spring is in the air at my family´s apartment. I’m playing with my sister in our joint room, which has an open door to our hallway. The hallway runs through the apartment and has a red and black carpet. My mom and dad, and my older brother are in the living room. It’s afternoon and not much is happening. Suddenly we see all two men walking side by side into the apartment through the front door walking down the hallway. They don’t say hello to anyone. They walk past the our room where where we see them, and continue into our parent’s bedroom. One of the men was an older man in his late fifties with dark hair and a hat, a brown jacket, a necktie and light brown trousers. The other man was young, blond, wearing a straw tie, wearing a blue jacket and light gray trousers. Who were these men everyone thought and followed them into our parents bedroom. The room was empty.
It’s strange to grow up in a house with a lot of ghosts.
