midnight friend
I have this extraordinary sense of knowing when there’s someone in my house when I’m alone… just ask Jack about the time he broke in and I caught him in the act ;)
So I’m home alone tonight (save Arlen, who went to bed hours ago), it’s just after midnight. I hear a sound from the kitchen. I’m not usually too worried about mystery sounds and their origins, especially in this old piece-of-shit house I live in currently, but this sound was different. This sounded more like someone going through some plastic bags, but very quietly as if not to get caught.
I grabbed my flashlight, but my roommates stole the batteries from it to put in the Wii controllers. Can’t say I blame ‘em.
I walked out in to the kitchen, lit only by a single red party bulb in the entryway. I hear the noise continue from behind the peninsula (think island, only attached to the wall) and out of my sight.
Armed only with my boxer shorts and a kitchen knife, I sneak around the corner to find…
…absolutely nothing.
That is, until I looked under the table where I was met with some black beady eyes.
Damned little critter scared the shit out of me!
Anyway, I chased him around the kitchen for a while until he fled into the darkness of… well, into the darkness. Roommates, if you’re reading this, I made a valiant effort to capture him and take him outside, but I failed miserably. I’m sorry if you wake up to something gnawing on your computer cables :(
That was my idea of a good time at 12:30 when I have to be at work at 8am tomorrow :( I don’t know if I’ll even sleep tonight, my nerves are so wound up!
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