Spooky Night

Halloween came a little early to me this year. First, let me say I don’t believe in ghosts, per say, nor in hauntings and things that go bump in the night. But last night almost (but not quite) had me changing my mind.

I was in a dead sleep when a noise and an eerie glow flooded my bedroom. I sat bolt upright, heart pounding. My computer is at the end of my bed, and I had forgotten to turn it off last night. It was in sleep mode and somehow, the mouse got moved and the start screen came on.
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Too scared to check it out myself, I tried to get hubby to wake up and see what was going on. He just kept sleeping. So, I pulled the covers up around my head and tried to go back to sleep. I didn’t even want to hop out of bed to turn off the computer.

I had drifted off to sleep again when three-year-old started wailing from her bed. Cries from her bed are nothing new since she has night terrors, but my already over active imagination was in high gear. It seemed I was having night terrors of my own, only waking ones. Mommy instinct kicked in, and I ran to her room to check on her. She had quieted before I got there, and nothing seemed out of place.

I jumped back to the safety of my covers and gave myself a stern talking to about how silly I was being. I told myself to grow up and stop imagining the boogie man was out to get me and my family.

This is what I was imagining in my bed...

This is what I was imagining in my bed…

My heart rate finally slowed, and I had closed my eyes once again when I heard a loud bang from my ten-year-old’s room. I sat up, shrieked slightly and let an expletive fly that normally does not issue from my lips.

Again I ran to check on another daughter; all was well but something had fallen from her loft bed.

I know the noise from my ten-year-old’s room has a really good explanation. She probably just rolled over in her sleep and kicked something off the bed. And the crying happens all the time. But the computer? I suppose the cord to the mouse could have been jiggled by something innocently shifting under the desk; I’m going with that. I don’t want to think about or believe in the alternative.

I will definitely be turning my computer off tonight. And I’ll be making sure ten-year-old doesn’t have anything heavier than a stuffed animal on her bed

I’m rather tired today after the night’s exploits. But my hubby’s not. He slept through the whole thing. And probably had dreams a lot more pleasant than mine.


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