Zaaim and I, not alone.

The Siamese King Zaaim and I observed the first night noises from the hallway; wind perhaps, the windows were open.  Dudley and I observed the second night footsteps and a windy stairway with the windows closed, I think someone or something was trying to tell us something.  While Haydar was away, the ghosts did play, and I practiced once again shooting with my Cannon 60D.   The lens caught no paranormal activity this time.