Super Creepy

The most creepy/josie/awful thing happened the other night. Let me splain.

It was a Tuesday. Or a Monday. Or maybe a Wednesday. I can't remember what day, because all days feel like they're long enough to be a week, and I just can't know which day was which anymore. Anyway, I digress. After work I'd gone to the home of a friend, as happens, and then I drove home to the dark place where I reside. Hobbes was already in bed (thus the darkness), so I just went to my room, pulled out a book, and decided to sit on my bed and read for a bit before succumbing to sleep.

Tangent: I like things to be dark. I don't like it when people open all of the windows in a house in the morning for light to come in, I don't like turning on the lights at work, I just prefer it to be dark. As often as possible.

I became immersed in my book. All of a sudden, I heard what sounded like a little kid laughing. A super gross kid laughing. Like it was possessed or something. I looked toward the door, because where else could the laughter be coming from, and since my lamp was on and not my light, and I'd apparently left the hall light on (although I swear I turned it off, which make everything more creepy), I could see a shadow pass my door. I about died. So gross. Naturally, I had a switchblade sitting on my clock next to my bed, so I grabbed it, flipped it open, and ventured into the hallway to see what the shadow/laughter/whatever turned on the light could've been. Nothing was there. Everything was quiet. The house was empty, other than the Hobbit in the other bedroom, and me in the doorway. So, I turned off the light and went to bed, thoroughly convinced that Stan/the electronics ghost has returned, and will be more awful and creepy than ever.