...who you gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!!!
I just spent a weekend back at Luther hanging out with some friends and I really really want to go back. I had so much fun, it sucks returning to the real world, especially when it involves my family. Apparently, mom's new boyfriend is plastered all over the front page of the newspaper in town here. Yeah. It's an article about something that happened forever ago, and appropriate action had already been taken for it, so it isn't any big deal, but Eric Lundquist of Eau Claire, WI decided to smear my mom's boyfriend's name all over the news anyway. That was a lovely piece of drama to come home to. It even made the evening news on 2 channels here. This town has nothing better to do, and no better news to report than to deface someone's character over something that wasn't as bad as they're making it sound. For the love of pete, this is dumb.
So different story: I finally got to bed last night and was sitting down with a book at about midnight, and suddenly, the rotating music box that hasn't been touched in months starts spinning and playing slowly on its own. I repeat, it hasn't been touched in months. The only way this thing is supposed to work is if you hand-twist the figurine around on its base. I was pretty creeped out, and after it stopped, I called TJ right away to calm me down a bit. It was eerie, just spinning slowly and making out-of-tune dinging noises. It was seriously something out of a horror flick to me. When my pulse finally stopped racing, I stared the figurine and waited for it to go off again. 10 min later and nothing, so I went to sleep. At 2:30, the thing started up again, it sounded louder to me, and was spinning faster this time, same off-key dinging to the music box's tune which I don't even recognize. It played for a longer period of time this time too. Insert freaking-out me here. I grabbed my cell phone and pillow and high-tailed it up to my mom's room. This time I wasn't sticking around, that's just too creepy-weird for me to continue sleeping next to. I explained to mom why I was retreating to her room, and she confirmed that she had also heard it and wondered what was going on. This morning after waking up, I went back down to see if maybe someone had played with it over the weekend, but it had about a good quarter-inch of dust on it. What was even more odd, was the fact that there was no dust ring underneath where I had just picked it up. It was about a noticable distance off to the side from where I had just lifted it. Whatever psycho thing this is, I don't like it. I exiled the thing into the den and hopefully things will come back from the Unsolved Mysteries episode last night and not happen anymore. Yesterday went so weird, all I can do is laugh anymore.
So different story: I finally got to bed last night and was sitting down with a book at about midnight, and suddenly, the rotating music box that hasn't been touched in months starts spinning and playing slowly on its own. I repeat, it hasn't been touched in months. The only way this thing is supposed to work is if you hand-twist the figurine around on its base. I was pretty creeped out, and after it stopped, I called TJ right away to calm me down a bit. It was eerie, just spinning slowly and making out-of-tune dinging noises. It was seriously something out of a horror flick to me. When my pulse finally stopped racing, I stared the figurine and waited for it to go off again. 10 min later and nothing, so I went to sleep. At 2:30, the thing started up again, it sounded louder to me, and was spinning faster this time, same off-key dinging to the music box's tune which I don't even recognize. It played for a longer period of time this time too. Insert freaking-out me here. I grabbed my cell phone and pillow and high-tailed it up to my mom's room. This time I wasn't sticking around, that's just too creepy-weird for me to continue sleeping next to. I explained to mom why I was retreating to her room, and she confirmed that she had also heard it and wondered what was going on. This morning after waking up, I went back down to see if maybe someone had played with it over the weekend, but it had about a good quarter-inch of dust on it. What was even more odd, was the fact that there was no dust ring underneath where I had just picked it up. It was about a noticable distance off to the side from where I had just lifted it. Whatever psycho thing this is, I don't like it. I exiled the thing into the den and hopefully things will come back from the Unsolved Mysteries episode last night and not happen anymore. Yesterday went so weird, all I can do is laugh anymore.
posted by kitty Cat | 9:05 AM
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...And then the first song I heard on the radio in my car this morning was "Ghostbusters."
I seriously can't make this stuff up :o)
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