I was jolted awake last night at around 1:30am. Something had crashed. It has crashed loudly. It’s hard to tell how exactly how loud something was that has just woken you. You’re still a little bit asleep; your brain is trying to process what has happened. It was definitely a crash.
My wife asked, “What was that?”
“I’m not sure. What did it sound like to you?”
“A crash!”
“Okay I’m going to go check it out.”
By this time I’m pretty well awake. I’m wondering about the possibilities of what it could be. I’m sure it was something inside the house. Did something fall over? Why would something just randomly fall over? Did something get left on? I don’t think so. Is there someone or something in the house? Possibly, I’d better take a weapon.
I pulled my 45 Auto pistol from its hiding place near my bed. Yes, I do keep a gun in my bedroom. It is loaded in the sense that it has a full magazine, however I don’t keep a round chambered. I figure if I have time to get it out, I’ll also have time to cock it. Last night I still didn’t bother to cock it. I decided that if I ran into someone in close quarters that it would probably make a better club than firearm anyway. I also didn’t want to be remembered as the guy who shot himself while falling down the stairs.
I went through the house checking each room methodically. I tried to find something that had fallen over. With three stories and a total of 18 rooms (including closets) where someone could hide, it took a little while. I found nothing. All of the exterior doors were locked. I could only assume it was our ghost. I went back to bed, my adrenaline levels now far too high for easy sleeping.
I eventually went back to sleep, but dreamed about intruders. The rest of the night was fitful. I had trouble getting up this morning and lay in bed far later than I should have. My wife got up first and went to take a shower.
She called from the bathroom, “Hey look, my shampoo bottle that I left upside down fell over!”
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