There Is a Tide
by Jack Finney
A sleepless man, struggling with a business decision, sees an earlier occupant of his
apartment who is struggling with a decision of his own.
— Michael Main
I saw the ghost in my own living room, alone, between three and four in the morning, and
I was there, wide awake, for a perfectly sound reason: I was worrying.
“There Is a Tide” by Jack Finney, in Collier’s,
2 August 1952.