Fucking scary movies, man
Okay so I've been watching horror flicks all day, lights off, curtains drawn, the whole shebang. I was in the middle of Let's Scare Jessica to Death when the door started creaking. Slightly eerie, I must not have closed it all the way and the wind's blowing it open. Okay, I can deal. I close it, lock it just in case, and turn the movie back on, but my TV freaks out, starts flickering and getting fuzzy and then just goes dark.
Then I hear scratching. Coming from the walls. Okay, go check it out. Knock on the wall, press my ear against it. Weird. Now I'm getting jumpy. So I make my way back to my chair in the dark. On the way I peak out the window, just to check. Nothing there.
I sit down, wrap the blankets around me and start my computer up. Nothing. It's just not working. Everything's plugged in, I don't know what's wrong. And then there's a knock at the door, but the dog, Bean, who always barks at knocks, is just sitting there staring *through* the TV.
So I freak and don't answer and huddle further into the blankets, quietly dying of my irrational fears.
Who(what)ever's at the door goes away, I can hear them(it) clomping down the steps.
A minute later the pipes in the new bathroom start groaning.
I get off my ass to go check it out, see if Dad's home-plumbing is going haywire or something, and the second I push the door open there's a clang and the toilet goes all exorcist, starts shooting water from the bowl like three feet in the air.
Naturally, I scream and run away.
Dive back under the blankets, grab Bean and tell her not to freak out. She is perfectly calm. Until the front door handle jiggles. And then someone starts banging on it, really angrily. A few seconds later there's a scraping sound and fuck, the door's swinging open and in steps... Dad.
SO OKAY.
The scratching sound and the computer and the TV fucking up? That was blind Ethel the shih tzu getting stuck behind the TV and turning the power strip off.
The first knock? A guy from the city trying to inform me they're shutting off the water.
The toilet? Dad's home-plumbing getting de-pressurized and then pressurized like a motherfucker, spurting water everywhere.
Me freaking out? Fucking scary movies, man.
Then I hear scratching. Coming from the walls. Okay, go check it out. Knock on the wall, press my ear against it. Weird. Now I'm getting jumpy. So I make my way back to my chair in the dark. On the way I peak out the window, just to check. Nothing there.
I sit down, wrap the blankets around me and start my computer up. Nothing. It's just not working. Everything's plugged in, I don't know what's wrong. And then there's a knock at the door, but the dog, Bean, who always barks at knocks, is just sitting there staring *through* the TV.
So I freak and don't answer and huddle further into the blankets, quietly dying of my irrational fears.
Who(what)ever's at the door goes away, I can hear them(it) clomping down the steps.
A minute later the pipes in the new bathroom start groaning.
I get off my ass to go check it out, see if Dad's home-plumbing is going haywire or something, and the second I push the door open there's a clang and the toilet goes all exorcist, starts shooting water from the bowl like three feet in the air.
Naturally, I scream and run away.
Dive back under the blankets, grab Bean and tell her not to freak out. She is perfectly calm. Until the front door handle jiggles. And then someone starts banging on it, really angrily. A few seconds later there's a scraping sound and fuck, the door's swinging open and in steps... Dad.
SO OKAY.
The scratching sound and the computer and the TV fucking up? That was blind Ethel the shih tzu getting stuck behind the TV and turning the power strip off.
The first knock? A guy from the city trying to inform me they're shutting off the water.
The toilet? Dad's home-plumbing getting de-pressurized and then pressurized like a motherfucker, spurting water everywhere.
Me freaking out? Fucking scary movies, man.