Disclaimer: The only things I own in this story are my hopes and dreams of what I want the characters to do.
Author's Note: I am a big fan of paranormal movies and shows like 'Ghost Adventures' and 'The Haunting'. They're actually what inspired me to write this story. I cannot say either way as to whether or not I truly believe, but I do like to keep an open mind about it. I hope you do as well.
Event One
When Tim's eyes popped open the time 3:41 AM glared back at him in neon red. He wasn't due to wake up for another hour and a half. Confused, Tim sat up and listened to the sounds of his apartment. The refrigerator clicked on to continue keeping its contents cool, the clock in his sitting area ticked the seconds away, and Jethro snored through his little doggie dreams on his own bed in the corner of Tim's bedroom. Not a single sound was out of place. Not hearing anything that would indicate there was an intruder, especially since Jethro was still asleep, Tim threw his blankets aside and got up. Something was bugging him and he just couldn't figure out what.
The sitting area just outside his bedroom was a nice addition to the new apartment Tim had moved into a couple months previous. It got Tony off his ass to get a proper living room set up for whenever he would have guests over. The pillow and folded blanket set under one of the side tables showed that Sarah had already claimed his new couch as her bed for when she stayed a night or two. All and all, the set up and neatness just screamed Tim's decorating style. But other than the laptop he had left on his coffee table when he got home from work, Tim didn't see anything that would give him the nagging feeling he had in the back of his skull that something was out of place. A walk around the apartment garnered the same results.
Returning to the sitting room, Tim sat in one of the chairs and stared at the ticking clock. Both it and the table it sat on were house warming presents from Ziva and Gibbs, respectively. The antique timekeeper was an acknowledgment to Tim's strange attraction to old fashioned things despite his very modern lifestyle. The table, to no one's surprise, was hand made. Both were very beautiful gifts that earned a place of honor in the sitting room, opposite the apartment entryway.
The time on the clock face didn't register in Tim's mind until said clock started ringing the top of the hour, making him jump. It was now four AM. Groaning quietly, knowing he wasn't going to figure out what was wrong, Tim stood up to head back to bed for another hour. Seeing movement in the corner of his eye Tim turned to see what it was, only to let out a yelp of surprise and fall to the floor as he spun around too quickly. Nearly instantaneously, Jethro was awake and out of the bedroom. Tim batted Jethro away as the dog licked at his face frantically, looking back and forth between the space that had been behind him and the mirror on the wall in which he had seen the movement with wide eyes.
"I could have sworn..." Tim breathed out. Slowly standing back up he cautiously looked in the mirror again. Only his own reflection looked back this time. Letting out a sigh of irritation at his own foolishness, Tim ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "Come on, Jethro. Back to bed." Patting his leg to beckon the now wide-awake dog, Tim turned on his heel and walked back into his bedroom. Jethro quickly followed before Tim closed the bedroom door behind him. With a yawn Tim collapsed onto his bed and pulled his blankets up to cover himself.
Back in the sitting room, Tim's reflection remained in the mirror.