OK, I am beginning to believe in ghosts.
I sometimes hear odd sounds when I am in the house alone which I generally attribute to the cats having one of their crazy moments.
But there’s the periodic vibrating mattress, the overhead light that keeps switching on and off by itself and the all-too-frequent rattling and banging and scrabbling in the walls and ceiling.
Have my parents somehow decided to come and hang out with us in spectral form?
I am sure there are rational, logical explanations for it all (mice, squirrels, magnetic fields, dodgy wiring). But even Benny is beginning to be a tad spooked and he is a very difficult fellow to rattle..
And now I am royally POed because just when I was trying to get some sleep, the %^&&$## light came on again and I can’t find my sleep mask (presumably it’s with my ATM card). So I got up to switch it off and nipped into the bathroom. Well, my eyes had obviously not adjusted well to the dark as I managed to fall trying to get back to hed. I am sitting here with sore knees and a wrenched shoulder, knowing I will pay for this when the BLOODY light comes on again. Gave up on sleep for now. I think the other half of that LorTab is calling my name.
Frankly, the only spook I want to have around here is 6 feet 2 inches of chocolate-voiced yumminess. Something along the lines of the photo below . . .
And . . .the light just went back out.
And . . . it just came back on. Whom I gonna call? Ghostbusters!!