Thursday evening. I struggled to get to sleep that night I had both kids that took up residency in my bed and last thing I recalled was looking at the clock and it being 12:43 and myself still attempting to fall asleep. Next thing I realize is that it is now 2:30 in the morning and I was woken up by screams. Russ downstairs screaming my name like a mad man telling me there is something wrong. It sounds like something is walking up the stairs. First off WTF! OK Myself and the kids are up here so why in the world are you just sitting on your ass curled up in blankets if you are hearing strange noises in the house? One would think he would get up to investigate whatever the heck he was hearing to make sure everyone was OK instead NO he sits downstairs yelling at the top of his lungs for me, who just recently got to bed. So sleepy and groggy I walk downstairs with my heart racing a million miles a min. Being startled awake is not fun, with 2 kids in tow whom where also woken up. To have him explain the noises. First thing that came to my mind was OK where is the cat? Let's check the closet. GUESS WHAT? he woke the world up due to our little fur baby getting herself locked inside of it. The cat was the ghost he so freaking out over. His explanation to me, for the screaming was he is terrified of the paranormal and I am fully intrigued by it. Since I have no fear of stuff like that he screamed for me. Gotta love it. Finally I went back up to sleep only to have to wake up at 6am to get the kids ready for school.
Scary isn't she!
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