
Some of you may have noticed that I've been in a bit of a foul mood of late.
I could blame work stress, I could blame kid stress, I could blame life or the often capriciously cruel twists of fate, but I should lay the blame where it belongs. At the spectral feet of the ghost (or ghosts, I can't be sure) that haunt my bedroom.
Yes. Ghosts. In my bedroom.
NOT JOKING. <---capitals so that you can understand just how not joking I am.
My new bedroom is truly haunted. Let me break it down for you, all these ghostly things that happen in this accursed room:
1. Lights turn on in the middle of the night. Until my husband found some way to permanently disable the overhead lights, we would wake up two and three times a night to find them blaring. That may not sound that crazy, but think about it: Lights. Suddenly on. Two in the morning. Three in the morning. Four in the morning. AHHHHH! Crapping ghosts and your disconcerting light flicking! You're messing with my California dreaming. Literally. Who can dream with that much REM phase disruption?
2. Children singing. I hear them. All. The. Time. But especially at around 4-5 a.m. I don't know if this is because this is the witching hour--or the ghostly children's singing hour--or because this is around the time my sleeping pill wears off and I start listening for the angelic sounds of my own children waking. But that's when I hear them. High, sweet voices, singing a song I can't recognize in the way that kids all sing songs in a way I can't really recognize.
Slightly off key, lilting, scary as all crapping hell when they come at your eardrum at 4 in the morning. And you go out into the hall and realize that your children are sleeping soundly. And not singing. For real. NOT SINGING<---so you can know how much they are really not the ones making these noises.
3. And in related phenomenon, my oldest son has started singing when he wakes up in the morning. He never did that before. Not until he heard....(wait for it)....the "other kids doing it when they wake up"....
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AHHHHHH!!!!!!
But seriously. I think I'm living in a haunted house. I am afraid to research this joint because I don't want to know who tragically died here. And then I'm afraid not to because...what if there is something I need to know? What if tragic events are destined to repeat themselves?
What if....<---too scared to go on, also knocking on wood, also having trouble swallowing water with calcium supplement fizzing inside of it. Because of the calcium? Or because of the GHOSTS!!??!! I don't know!
Any ghost settling tips? I'm cool with zombies--obviously--but ghosts...whole new ballgame. Maybe I need to contact Marley Gibson.
Stacey Jay<---who is probably haunted and may start wetting her bed or wearing earphones or both because there is nothing more fun than listening to your ipod while wetting the bed.
