Stupid Goblins
Random freak event of the morning?
There's something in Bryn's closet.
No, I'm not being metaphorical. Something was moving around in there.
At first, I thought a squirrel had chewed through the window screen again. They do that a lot lately, and it is very annoying, because even though the squirrels have no problem getting between screen and glass they have issues with getting out again. Maybe they're expecting us to open up and let them in, but I think they just have trouble remembering where the hole in the screen is. Anyway, when I first heard banging and rattling, I wrote it off as a squirrel.
Then I realized it was coming from the closet.
I paused and listened, trying to see if it was really coming from the closet or if it was the windowpane rattling downstairs. Then I got up and listened at the closet door. Yup. Something in the closet.
Bryn's closet door was shut, and there's junk piled in front of it, so even a grown man would have difficulty getting out of it. I stared at the closet for a while and tried to puzzle out the rattling sounds. Raccoon? Burglar? Demon? They all sound the same when they're trying to escape Bryn's closet.
I pushed a finger against the door, and the rattling stopped. I waited to see if it would start again, hoping that it was just an inanimate object caught in something; perhaps there'd been an avalanche of random items in the closet and an on-button had gotten pushed on a forgotten childhood memento or maybe a hidden sex toy. You never know. Then the rattling started again, and I decided to come up with a new plan. I couldn't hear breathing, just movement, so unless they were breathing too quietly for me to hear over the rattling and Bryn's breathing in her sleep, it wasn't human. Still, the pause when I'd touched the door seemed to indicate some sort of creature.
So I figured if it was inanimate, it wouldn't react to sound. So I turned to the cat, who had crawled over Bryn and was watching the closet in confused wariness, and said, "Kitty, there's something in the closet."
The rattling paused.
Great.
So I went over to the desk and picked up Bryn's hunting knife. Then I looked at the cat and said, "Okay, if it's a human, I'll kill it, and if it's not, you kill it." The cat agreed.
Then the rattling sound, which had been about level with the doorknob, began to move up, as if climbing into the attic through the ceiling panel. I stuck the knife in my back pocket as the closet creature left the bedroom, presumably to find some other avenue into the house. Knowing the only other access to the attic is in the hall closet, and that closet is no easier to escape than Bryn's, I decided to have a cigarette and then return to the internet.
Kitty's keeping an eye on the closet for me. And I'm pretty sure it's not human, so I won't have to handle it when and if it escapes.
There's something in Bryn's closet.
No, I'm not being metaphorical. Something was moving around in there.
At first, I thought a squirrel had chewed through the window screen again. They do that a lot lately, and it is very annoying, because even though the squirrels have no problem getting between screen and glass they have issues with getting out again. Maybe they're expecting us to open up and let them in, but I think they just have trouble remembering where the hole in the screen is. Anyway, when I first heard banging and rattling, I wrote it off as a squirrel.
Then I realized it was coming from the closet.
I paused and listened, trying to see if it was really coming from the closet or if it was the windowpane rattling downstairs. Then I got up and listened at the closet door. Yup. Something in the closet.
Bryn's closet door was shut, and there's junk piled in front of it, so even a grown man would have difficulty getting out of it. I stared at the closet for a while and tried to puzzle out the rattling sounds. Raccoon? Burglar? Demon? They all sound the same when they're trying to escape Bryn's closet.
I pushed a finger against the door, and the rattling stopped. I waited to see if it would start again, hoping that it was just an inanimate object caught in something; perhaps there'd been an avalanche of random items in the closet and an on-button had gotten pushed on a forgotten childhood memento or maybe a hidden sex toy. You never know. Then the rattling started again, and I decided to come up with a new plan. I couldn't hear breathing, just movement, so unless they were breathing too quietly for me to hear over the rattling and Bryn's breathing in her sleep, it wasn't human. Still, the pause when I'd touched the door seemed to indicate some sort of creature.
So I figured if it was inanimate, it wouldn't react to sound. So I turned to the cat, who had crawled over Bryn and was watching the closet in confused wariness, and said, "Kitty, there's something in the closet."
The rattling paused.
Great.
So I went over to the desk and picked up Bryn's hunting knife. Then I looked at the cat and said, "Okay, if it's a human, I'll kill it, and if it's not, you kill it." The cat agreed.
Then the rattling sound, which had been about level with the doorknob, began to move up, as if climbing into the attic through the ceiling panel. I stuck the knife in my back pocket as the closet creature left the bedroom, presumably to find some other avenue into the house. Knowing the only other access to the attic is in the hall closet, and that closet is no easier to escape than Bryn's, I decided to have a cigarette and then return to the internet.
Kitty's keeping an eye on the closet for me. And I'm pretty sure it's not human, so I won't have to handle it when and if it escapes.