Spirit Communication

…Every once in awhile I would go to my dad to his work when he needed to grab items or run some tools around. He worked in one of the buildings that was around for world war II and still had the bullet holes all over the walls. I hated going there because I felt like I was always being watched. One time he left me in his office while he ran to another part of the building for something. I was doing my homework when the lights started flickering….