Guess it's not surprising that an old 1920's house might have a few um.. well, peculiarities.
First off, no I was not drinking or doing any form of hallucinogen - honest. No, really.
The cats had been freaky all night Tuesday. Running around, fighting, playing, generally out of control. Now I had been hearing all sorts of bumbs and bangs that night; noises you expect from an old house sometimes - nothing I was too concerned about. The center candle on my fireplace mantle kept going out, but no big deal I thought. Then, sometime around 2 AM (Wednesday Morning), I was walking down the hallway towards my bedroom. Not sure why I was heading that way, I actually quite forgot because about 10 feet from the bedroom the door, which opens into the room, swung deliberately closed. Now, this is a door that has remained open for the last 2 weeks straight. It is actually off balanced and stays open unless you deliberately pull it latched. *chills*.
At first I thought it was Pounce and Prissy playing but when I turned (to haul ass) they were standing right behind me in the hall.
Finally shaking it off I went down the hall and opened the door back up to find nothing special. Ten minutes later while brushing my teeth in route to sleepdom I kept hearing the back door on the screen porch slam again and again like it was caught in the wind.
Suburban warrior that I am, armored in my boxers (hereto referred to as Boxer-boy), I ventured through the kitchen and onto the screened porch to find that in fact both doors were latched tight - yet without a doubt these were the source of the banging as I gave a few test slams... Something strange was happening here as they were latched and there was no wind. *on cue, spooky music starts now*
So quickly Boxer-boy retreated to the safety of his bed to let the night pass as it may. A little trouble sleeping as the banging door persisted - not too intensely but enough to get my attention.
Last night was cool, very quiet actually, even with all of the wind (heh heh um.. yeah, um..). Maybe too quiet. Except my stereo came on around 4 AM. I really didn't process it when I got up to turn it off but it was quite a bit louder than I had it when I shut it off. *nervously laughs* Maybe my drumming has awakened Casper.
I'm not too worried about it though - sort of fun actually. I know this is where the audience tells me to get the fuck out but alas like all other horror movie victims I can't hear yooooou.
