Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Night terrors


Last night, I lost track of time and ended up going to bed around midnight. My neighbor/co-worker/friend, Lisa, was in Milwaukee for the night, so I was left to my own defenses as the sole occupant of the upstairs of my extremely creepy, 70-year-old house.

I probably would've been fine if I didn't know she was gone... and I slept fine all last week while she traveled. But for some reason, every noise scared the piss out of me.

I'm not sure if it's because Halloween's so close, I might syke myself out more... but I swear there was someone, or something, in my house.

I sleep with a fan on, to avoid dead noise. Plus, it's good at lulling me to sleep. I make sure all my doors are locked and windows closed. Sometimes, I even check closets if I'm feeling particularly vulnerable.

But last night I kept hearing noises. The steam-pipe vents kept clicking, and anytime a large truck went over the pothole in the front of my house, the windows shook. I even kept my bedside lamp on for a little while but the shadow of myself, kept scaring, myself.

I would let my thoughts drift off to the day, work, things to do... but they kept coming back to the fact that I was by myself in my house. With all these strange noises.

I'm not sure if I was more afraid of an actual intruder, or some supernatural creature that might attack me if I let my defenses down in slumberland.

I finally fell asleep around 1 AM, after getting up twice to turn on my lights to make sure nothing weird was going down.

That also meant hitting snooze an additional three times this morning and getting up at 7:30 AM. Oops.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

You need a roomie. I have big hairy bear Greg to keep me company... oh and Kate and Eric.

I hate when a noise wakes me up in the middle of the night... it get this adrenaline rush / half asleep feeling which isn't cool. It's one of the most weird feelings i experience.

Gregor said...

I used to be really bad with this when I was a kid, the walk down my hallway to my bedroom was always the worst. I'd run it sometimes and slam my door closed.

Amanda said...

I used to do the same thing in my apartment before Billy moved in...it drove me crazy!! It drove me to use sleeping pills on nights like those so I could get some damn sleep...highly recommend it.