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As with any house, mine makes funny noises in the middle of the night. And it is way easier to imagine Creepy Things when I don't have Mandy around to blame said noises on.
At least it's not as bad as it was last night, All Hallows Eve, when spirits can walk the earth and I was sleep deprived and imagining things (as I am apt to do when sleep deprived - two words, *Demon Squirrel) and the damned stairs kept creaking! Ignore the fact that by the time I got to bed it was almost 4 in the morning on All Saints Day, which means supposedly all the Saints were in the process of chasing all the roaming spirits back to their graves. I think. At least thats what my Dad told us when we were little.
Though, you know, watching Live Ghost Hunters for an hour or so before the bar hopping thing probably didn't do my imagination any favors.
* - when I was younger, I'm thinking in my teenage years, I hadn't been able to get a decent nights sleep for about two days. I was insanely tired, but my brain didn't want to shut off. I heard a funny noise come from the direction of my window (covered by window quilt) and some how my brain jumped from "It's probably just a mouse. Dammit, just what I need." to "Demon Squirrel", complete with glowing red eyes sitting outside on my window frame ready to gnaw its way through the wood to get a taste of my blood. The sensible half of my brain processed all of that, looked at me funny, and said "Are you freaking *nuts* (hee, unintentional joke), but the rest of my brain was still "DEMON SQUIRREL!" and at some point the general insanity of it all made me start giggling like mad and both halves completely agreed when I said "Oh, god, I need sleep".
To this day, however, random noises coming from the general vicinity of a window make me think "Demon Squirrel!"
At least it's not as bad as it was last night, All Hallows Eve, when spirits can walk the earth and I was sleep deprived and imagining things (as I am apt to do when sleep deprived - two words, *Demon Squirrel) and the damned stairs kept creaking! Ignore the fact that by the time I got to bed it was almost 4 in the morning on All Saints Day, which means supposedly all the Saints were in the process of chasing all the roaming spirits back to their graves. I think. At least thats what my Dad told us when we were little.
Though, you know, watching Live Ghost Hunters for an hour or so before the bar hopping thing probably didn't do my imagination any favors.
* - when I was younger, I'm thinking in my teenage years, I hadn't been able to get a decent nights sleep for about two days. I was insanely tired, but my brain didn't want to shut off. I heard a funny noise come from the direction of my window (covered by window quilt) and some how my brain jumped from "It's probably just a mouse. Dammit, just what I need." to "Demon Squirrel", complete with glowing red eyes sitting outside on my window frame ready to gnaw its way through the wood to get a taste of my blood. The sensible half of my brain processed all of that, looked at me funny, and said "Are you freaking *nuts* (hee, unintentional joke), but the rest of my brain was still "DEMON SQUIRREL!" and at some point the general insanity of it all made me start giggling like mad and both halves completely agreed when I said "Oh, god, I need sleep".
To this day, however, random noises coming from the general vicinity of a window make me think "Demon Squirrel!"