Typing Keys

From: Anonymous
Story type: Ghost
Location: Miami, U.S.A
Source: Form Submission

My grandfather died in 1988...

In 1992 I got a summer placement with a law firm in Miami, and decided to take it up. I arrived from Jamaica on a Sunday evening, I can't remember the exact date, sometime in July, and decided to stay at my grandparents house for the night(the house was empty, my Grandmother was on vacation). I was tired when I got to the house, but I couldn't sleep bacause my adrelalin was going crazy at the excitement of beginning my new job the next day. I decided to watch T.V in bed, maybe I would nod off. I heard this ticking sound and thought it was the fan which had gotton stuck as it was arching it's way left and right.The sound became more insistent, louder. I got up to check. Someone may have broken in. Then I heard it...... the bell sound that a type-writer makes when the return carriage is pressed. I froze, the skin on my hands pulled tightly up into goose- bumps. My grandfather would always spend long hours in his office typing away at night. The sound was so familiar, that when I realized what it was it was almost comforting. I was scared but relieved. I crept to the door and looked out I could smell his cologne every-where. Amazing isn't it what scents and sounds can do to us...