I can't remember the exact day, but, it was the week of my husband's death. It might had been a day or so afterwards, or wait, it might had been the next morning. I think it was. He used to go to the basement to smoke his cigerettes, even though, I told him, it was okay, he wouldn't smoke upstairs, but, still he tried to hide it from me. So, I would try to catch him, lol. I would wait by the kitchen door and listen... until, I heard him down there flicking his lighter, then, I would pop open the door and he would go running. It was a funny game, and we both laughed, cause, I would catch him.
I think, it was the next morning and I opened the kitchen door to go downstairs to the basement when, I saw a silhouette of him, running past the steps like he would do with that cigerette. But, this time, I stopped! and, took off down the steps, and saw that shadow, the silhouette, of my husband, vanish into thin air by the water heater. It was not my imagination. He was a very tall man, and very thin, and due to his height he was stooped over and developed a spine problem, which made his back very rounded. I saw that on the silhouette. I wonder why this happened. I never saw it again.
Maybe, I should drive up to the restaurant this woman goes to and ask her.