For about a year and a half now, I have been sleeping in my living room in my comfy black faux suede reclining chair in front of the fireplace. My kids always thought it was odd that I had a bedroom upstairs that seemed perfectly fine, but I never used it once my ex-husband was gone. Matter fact, I flat out refused to go in there after dark because it creeped me out to no end.

So, when I sit here in the dark with only a small lamp in the dining room for light to see where the bathroom ...