"Coffee?" Pam asked Jim as they set their bags down beside their chairs. She stayed hovering in the air awaiting his answer as Jim pulled his chair out to sit down. 

"I'll get it," he replied, tucking the chair back in. "Tea?"

"Please," she smiled, pulling her chair out and lowering herself down, holding her bump as she did so. She watched Jim through the blinds into the kitchen take down two cups and fill them both up, before her attention was drawn away by Phyllis walking in the door.

"Morning," Phyllis chirped as she walked by to her desk. 

"Hey Phyllis," Pam said, leaning over to the side to see past Dwight. Her eyes flicked to the kitchen door that Jim had kicked open with his foot, and she watched him carefully carry the two mugs towards their clump. "Oh how was the walking tour?" she asked Phyllis, just loudly enough for Jim to notice she was talking, but not specifically listen into the conversation.

"Oh it was so much fun. Bob tipped the guy really well so he took us to the extra spooky places," Phyllis replied with a glint in her eye. "Couple of secluded places too," she giggled, pushing her glasses up her nose slightly. 

Pam refrained from pulling the face that she wanted to, and instead swallowed down the bile that had risen in her throat. "Oh thanks," she smiled at Jim, as he placed the pink mug of tea on her desk. She turned her attention back to Phyllis. "So did he take you to The Banshee?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, we stopped by there for some food. We had..." 

"Did you see him?" Pam excitedly interrupted, getting out of her seat to walk over to Phyllis's desk. Jim followed her with his gaze, mouth hung slightly open as he watched his wife delve back into the madness. "The man in black?" Pam reminded Phyllis.

"Oh I don't,,," 

"He's always in the mirror behind the bar. You can't miss him. All dressed in black."

"Um, I, maybe. It was kinda dark," Phyllis said, quite unsure of herself. 

"Oh then it was definitely the Man in Black," Pam said, noticing that Jim was watching her out of the corner of her eye. "Did the lights do that flickery thing?"

"Uh, maybe. Bobby was buying everyone there a drink so I didn't really notice too much," Phyllis said, trying to turn back to her computer. 

"That's the Man in Black. Whenever he's around, something weird always happens with the lights. We used to go through like a ton of lightbulbs and the manager was constantly getting the wires looked at. But no one could ever find anything," she said with a raised eyebrow. Jim shook his head as if in disbelief and turned his attention to his computer, to try and engross himself in his work, rather than listen to his wife's storytelling. "Did you lose anything?" Pam asked loudly. 

"Hmm?" Phyllis said, turning back around to face Pam. 

"Did you lose anything while you were in the pub?" 

"I, I don't think so," Phyllis replied, incredibly confused.

"Oh it's just that..."

"I would ask you to keep your personal conversations to your designated lunch break," Dwight butted in, finally annoyed enough with the conversation that was happening around him. 

"Oh I'm not taking a lunch break because I have to leave early...," Pam began to say, but Dwight cut her off again. 

"What a shame. I guess we'll never hear the end of this story," he said curtly, before picking up his telephone receiver and dialling a number. Phyllis had taken the opportunity to turn her back on the conversation and was pulling up a website on her computer screen. Pam looked over at Jim who gave her a lopsided grin and a shoulder shrug, before picking up his own phone and dialling a client's number. Pam sat back in her chair, both hands wrapped around her streaming mug of tea and smiled slightly to herself as she took a sip. 

--

"Hey babe," Pam called out as she heard Jim open the front door later that day. "How was the rest of the afternoon?" 

"Fine," Jim said absentmindedly as he walked into the kitchen, flicking through a pile of mail that had been left on the table in the hall. "Cece ok?"

"Yeah, nothing to report really, just having some spaghetti for dinner. What do you want to eat? I really don't feel like cooking tonight," she moaned. 

"Want me to make some grilled cheese? Or maybe Chinese?"

"Oh you know what," Pam thought, realising that their favourite Chinese place was right next door to The Banshee Pub, "Chinese sounds great. Do you mind getting it while I give her a bath?" she asked with a nod of her head towards Cece. 

"Sure thing," Jim said, walking over to grab the car keys from where he'd tossed them on the counter. "Usual?" 

"Please," she smiled. 

"I'll see you shortly. Night night baby girl," he said, bending down to give Cece a kiss in her highchair and then turning to give Pam a kiss on the cheek. "Love you both." 

--

Forty five minutes later, Cece was clean and fast asleep in bed, while Pam was laying the table with forks, spoons and napkins downstairs. "Did you have a beer?" she asked as Jim walked into the kitchen carrying the white plastic bag full of takeout.

"How did you know?" he asked suspiciously, setting the bag down on the table.

"First of all, you smell of beer," she laughed. "And second. I don't know, there's something about you. Can't put my finger on it."

"Okkk," he laughed. "Do you mind grabbing me a glass of water?" 

"No problem," she smiled. Pam paused until she was standing in front of the kettle before speaking again. "So where did you go?" 

"Oh, just The Banshee," Jim said obliviously, as he pulled out a take out container from the bag. As he said the words ‘The Banshee', the lights in the kitchen went out. "Woahh, what was that?" he asked, confused as to why both of the spotlights would have blown at the same time. 

"Oh weird. Is the power out?" Pam asked.

"No, look, the hallway light is still on," he said, pointing to the well lit hall. "Weird. Shall we eat in front of the TV instead?

"Sure," Pam agreed, before walking over and grabbing the cutlery and napkins from the table and following Jim into the living room.  

They placed everything onto the coffee table and settled themselves on the couch. Jim leaned forward to grab the box of noodles and a fork, but noticed the curtain blowing on the other side of the room. "Dammit, your mom left a window open again," he sighed as he put his food down and walked over to the window. He pulled open the curtain and reached up to close the window that he knew would be open, but found that it was already closed. "That's weird." 

"What is?" Pam said around an egg roll.

"The window isn't open," he said, closing the curtains again. He walked back over to the couch and sat down, picking up the noodles again. "I swear the curtain was blowing though. I don't understand." He looked up again, and sure enough, the curtain was blowing gently as if there was a light breeze behind it. "Look!" he exclaimed, jumping up again to go to the window. He pulled the curtain back again as if looking for what was behind it, but found nothing. 

"That's weird. I didn't see anything," Pam shrugged. "Come on, sit down and eat before it gets cold." 

Jim sighed and sat down, and once again picked up the box of noodles. He kept his eyes on the curtains, and for the third time, saw them billowing. "Ok, that's it. What is going on?" he asked loudly, an edge present in his voice, as he went to get up again. 

"Let me go and look," Pam suggested, putting her hand on Jim's knee to stop him getting up again. She hoisted herself up and shuffled over to the window to investigate. She rattled the window to make sure it was secured, and moved the wedding photo sitting on the sill to make sure nothing was behind it. "Nothing weird going on here babe," she said, closing the curtains for the third time. She walked back over to the couch and sat down, whilst Jim kept staring at the window. "Look, the curtains are totally normal. Sure you're feeling ok?" she asked, holding the back of her hand to Jim's forehead. 

Jim nodded, his eyes still trained on the curtains, which were now unmoving. "Weird," he sighed as he picked up his fork again. They carried on eating, and Jim turned on the TV so that they could catch up on the episode of Game of Thrones that they had missed the week before.  

Once they were finished, Jim relaxed back into the couch as Pam lay her head on the armrest, close to the end table that held a small portable CD player, and lay her feet on Jim's lap. "Oh, so you never told me where you went for your drink earlier," she said, stretching her arms above her head. 

"Oh, it was The Banshee," Jim replied. A moment later, the lights in the living room went out. "Again?" Jim moaned into the air. "What is going on tonight?" 

"Yeah, that was kinda weird," Pam said, looking around the darkened room. "So you went to The Banshee?" she asked, grinning slightly. 

"Yeah. Oh wait. No. Don't even," he said in a fed up voice. 

"What?" she asked, feigning innocence. 

"Don't even try to say there's some ghost in the house with the curtain and the lights because I went to have a drink at The Banshee." 

"Did I say a word?" she protested with a wide smile and her tongue between her teeth. Jim just sighed and shook his head as he returned his gaze back to the TV. "You did say hi to him though?"

"Who?"

"The man in black. You have to say hi to him otherwise he haunts you until you do. That's what the other staff used to tell me. You always say hi to him when you see him," she said seriously, sitting up on her elbows slightly. 

"Shut up Beesly. There was no ghost, I just had one drink while I waited for the food and that was it." 

"I'm just saying, maybe you brought him back here. Might explain the lights blowing and the curtain," she tried to reason. 

"You know what," he sighed. "Maybe we should just go to bed."

"Alright," she said with a small knowing smile. 

-- 

"Pam, where's the remote?" Jim called out from the bedroom to the en-suite bathroom where Pam was brushing her teeth. 

"Huh?" came her muffled reply around her toothbrush. 

"The remote control, it's not on my nightstand," he said, searching around his messy side table looking for the remote control. He moved a couple of magazines out of the way, lifted up his alarm clock to look underneath and put the three half empty glasses of water on the floor. He heard Pam spit out her toothpaste into the sink before walking back into their bedroom, holding her bump with one hand, and her aching back with the other. 

"Are you sure you didn't leave it somewhere else? You know what you're like," she said, pulling back the red and white floral comforter. 

"No, this is where it always lives," Jim said, scratching his head. 

Pam looked down at her own tidy nightstand, with only a dog eared book, a photo frame holding a picture of Jim, Pam and Cece and a glass of water that she had just placed there. And sure enough, sitting on top of the book was the remote control "Oh look," she said, holding it  up. "You must have left it on my nightstand." She passed the remote back to a thoroughly confused Jim.

"But. What? I don't get it. I never move this. It's always on my nightstand."

"I don't know what to tell you babe," Pam shrugged as she began to position various pillows around herself so that she would be able to sleep properly.

"So weird," he said quietly to himself as he got into bed. "What the hell?" he shrieked, pulling back the covers to find his Men's Health magazine at the foot of the bed. "What is this doing here?" 

"Maybe Cece put it there?" Pam suggested, her eyes already beginning to close.

"Hmm, maybe," Jim said, thoroughly unconvinced. "Mind if I read a little?" he asked, turning his side light on and switching the main light off. 

"No," she replied sleepily. "Dammit, I need to pee again." She hauled herself out of bed and went to the bathroom. "I can't wait to stop peeing every five minutes," she yawned, as she made her way back to bed a few minutes later. "Ow," she shouted, tripping over the pile of laundry that was at the end of the bed. 

"You ok?" Jim asked, sitting up quickly, worried about his pregnant wife hurting herself. 

"Yeah, just hit my toe. I'm fine," she said, climbing back into bed and laying back into her mountain of pillows. "Night baby, I love you." 

"Love you too," he replied, leaning over to give her a kiss. As he sat back up, ready to read his new found copy of Men's Health, he noticed a shadowy figure of a man dressed in black staring at him from the end of the bed. "Pam, Pam," he hissed, shaking her shoulder. "Pam, wake up." 

"What?" she yawned, unhappy about being woken before she'd even had the chance to fall asleep.

"There's a, uh, there's something at the end of the bed," he said, his voice a little shaky.

"Huh?" she asked again, sitting up slightly on her elbows. "I don't see anything."  

"Look, right there. It's a man dressed all in black," he said, pointing towards the wall. 

"I thought you don't believe in ghosts," she replied, a smirk forming on her lips. 

"No, it's. I don't. There's just, I don't know what it is. It's," he trailed off as Pam hit the light switch and whatever he had seen disappeared. 

"Want me to have a look?" she asked, once again throwing the covers off. 

"No, it's ok. You don't have to," he said as Pam heaved herself out of bed. "Well, you know, seeing as you're up and all." 

Pam went to the end of the bed and looked at the fall, assessing that there was nothing there. She bent down to examine the pile of laundry and move a pair of shoes out of the way. "There's nothing here Jim. Coast is clear. Can I get back into bed now please?" she sleepily asked. 

"Uh yeah," he replied, his eyes still fixated on the wall at the end of the bed.

"Night babe," she said before stretching up to turn the light off, leaving Jim staring at the wall in the dim room, only illuminated by the small light on his night stand. As Pam slept, Jim kept staring at the blank wall long into the night, wondering if the man in black was going to come back to visit him.