It's a flat, rock bottom depressing day. I woke up from a dream that will no doubt stay with me until something more distracting comes my way. It's wet, rainy and windy. My mind is fuzzy. I walked out the door this morning with my slippers still on. It's going to be that kind of day.
But I did manage to read the first 7 pages of Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal.
Last night and the night before was beyond strange. On Tuesday night, I woke up to Toby "talking" to something. It was full on chatter that I've only seen him do when someone is talking to him. This must have lasted 10 minutes and it was in the one room of the house that he has been fixated with. Could he have been talking to a bird? He doesn't talk to birds. He talks to squirrels...but there's no way a squirrel could be within chattering distance of this room. Whatever he was doing, he seemed content. And I drifted back to sleep.
But then yesterday something slightly creepy happened. I was reading in the kitchen and heard a loud thud - like someone had slammed a door either in the house or just outside. So I looked out the windows and nothing. I went back to reading and twenty min's later or so, I heard it again but this time it was louder and definitely coming from the house. I panicked and called someone to alleviate me of my ridiculous fear. While on the phone, it happened a third time...and I yelped. Was it in the basement, near the front door, upstairs? I felt like the house was literally fucking with me. Here I was, paralyzed on the floor with fear. And that's where I stayed until someone arrived to help search the place. Of course, the sound didn't go off after that. Of course, of course, of course. I felt embarrassed and kept getting questions that miiight have led me to believe it was that sound but no...there was no logical explanation. So is my house haunted? Or am I insane?
Careful how you answer that one.... heh.
So here I am now. Being haunted by my dreams. Dreaming in a potentially haunted house. Yeah.