The Last Of Rupert

I'm not sure, but I think I've seen the last of Rupert, literally.

I was in my bedroom and I noticed something by my dresser. Something I'd seen before, actually, in my sister's apartment, which certainly appears to be haunted--it was like a swirling mist. Then, for no more than a few seconds, I saw a boy with dark hair, kind of pale, wearing black pants with suspenders and a white collarless shirt--time period seemed to me to be early 20th century. He looked at me a little sadly, and I noticed that he was slightly bent over at the waist. The immediate impression I got was that it was either from illness or possible injury, and he appeared to be about 11 or 12 years old. He faded fairly quickly, but that was no real surprise.

I got a feeling of sadness, but at another level I felt as if it was a goodbye of sorts, as if he's no longer around--presumably whatever had been keeping him here isn't doing so any longer.

Things still get moved occasionally, but by no means to the extent they were before.

I'm glad, though, that he isn't 'caught' here anymore--I don't think his life was too happy. I don't believe he was abused, but whatever his physical condition was, it probably prevented him from being a full, contributing member of his family (again, I get this early 20th century vibe, when boys on farms helped with the chores). That's important to all of us, I think, and human nature hasn't changed in millennia.

Au revoir, Rupert.