Jul 16, 2006 23:29
Just got back from my parents. My parent's house has a ghost now. It didn't freak me out, it's just Reggie.
Basically Reggie is one of my cats at my parent's house. She's white, her nickname was, hilariously, the Ghost Cat. She hung out downstairs and came upstairs only for water and food. Towards the end Mom said she spent most of her time in my parent's bedroom (in fact, that is where she died). Well she'd always wake your ass up in the middle of the night to make you get up, go to the bathroom, and turn the bathtub water on to drink.
Well - Friday night I was sitting on the love seat watching A Cinderella Story (ugh- I know but Hillary Duff is Lizzie McGuire). My mom is sleeping on the couch and around 12:30 or so the light in the bathroom turned on. I actually thought, "Well, why'd my parents put a timer on the bathroom light?" Around 2am I went and shut it off.
Saturday night I'm sitting on the recliner watching 13 Going on 30 (Can you see the trend: shitty teen movies are what I watch) and around 1:30 I turn the TV off and head into the kitchen and notice the bathroom light is on. My mother was asleep again in my view. Where was my father? Working a 48 hour shift (he drives an ambulance now that he's retired) so he wasn't even in the house. Just my Mom, Sheba (another cat), and me.
I had checked Saturday for a timer, there is none. So the only thing I can think of is it's Reggie. Friday night we did talk about how sad it was that no one was with Reggie when she died.
When I told my Mom about the ghost she freaked out. I think it's kinda cool. I really pissed Reg off the last time I saw her, not on purpose, but instead of turning on the cold water, I turned the hot water on and she didn't let me forget it that night.