Last night, at 3:25 AM, both DR and I woke up with the sound of dead leaves being rumpled outside our bedroom window, which is still open as we prefer a cool night with thick blankets. I bolted in a sitting position and looked in the direction of the noise. Of course, it was the middle of the night, it was pitch-black and I didn’t have my glasses on, so I couldn’t see fuck all. I stood there and listened… nothing.
As I started lying down again, the noise happened again… I thought I was going crazy, but if felt like it was coming from inside the wall, right next to the window…
DR got up and walked to the bathroom window to have a better view of what was going on. We do have lots of raccoons and squirrels around, maybe one of them was just foraging. He didn’t seen anything.
A few minutes later, the noise again… Fuck! That’s it.. I turned on the night table lamp. If anything, the light might scare the animal. Nothing happened, no scampering away of any kind. I turned the light off. There was a bit of a chill in the air, I could feel the breeze coming in through the window opening. I lied down again and pulled the coverts to my neck and tried to go back to sleep.
That noise again!!!
DR got up and turned on the ceiling lights, we needed to get to the bottom of this. I told him that it really felt like the noise was coming from inside the wall by the window… Could it be a rat was inside the wall???? DR walked closer to the window with the lights still on, we both heard the noise again. Chills. DR noticed this piece of paper I keep in a small bowl on my night table. I have measurements for that window on it as I plan to make curtains one of these days… That paper was the culprit. Every time the breeze blew in, it scrapped the side of the wall with enough friction to create the horrible noise which was totally intensified by the middle of the night’s darkness…
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr.
So my advice to you is if you decide to make curtains for your bedroom window and you’ve written the dimensions on a piece of paper, keep that paper in a safer place than your keys/change bowl on the night table… or just close the window at night.
This movie scared the shit out of Billy. He couldn’t sleep for a week after he saw it. Kept me up all night hearing noises and voices. Good lord!
Kenny
“Scraped,” dear. Though you could scrap the paper.
Kenny: DR wants to see the movie in the theatre, I have very little interest, not because I’m “scared” but because I think it’s more a cheap gimmick than anything.
Joe: If it’s so painful to read this blog for the typos, why do you keep coming back?