Bayliss, you do good work and deserve scritches. Jojo, you are a magical cat. Say “hi” to Haricort for me and then go back to Beck for scritches yourself.
Beck, you just enjoy the summer and the grandwreks, okay?
You are allowed to make up ghost stories for us and the grandwreks.
So…every night there’s a thing.
Oh goody!
No. But I did know his Arkansas cousin, Clarence.
–Ghostly tails–
So, I have this weird platform bed. It plugs up to the wall. It has light fixtures either side of the headboard and night lights under the bottom. I generally don’t have them on. I have a reading light I like better.
2nd night in the nightlights flickered on and off a few times.
It was storming one night a few days ago and the electricity bumped on/off a few times and finally went off for less than an hour. All except the bed lights. I’m not kidding.
The TV went off. But then I realized it was on, only a solid blue screen.
How could this be? You might ask.
I had the guys come to look. They made it, about the time the power came back on.(it was a flashlight finding thing. Mr.W was kinda rude about it, I feel.) (This may affect his yearly review, just sayin’) Mr. W and Hamza queried about the reasons this could happen. Hamza says in third world countries these weird things often happen with electricity. Mr.W, ol’grumpy says we’re not in a third world country. As he was flipping thru my TV, Son-of-a-wrek chimed in, saying: “The hell you say?”
That starts a geo-politcal argument amongst the 3 geniuses.
Somehow Trump was brought up and I sent them packing. Forthwith.
I was still laying in a bed that might be an electric killer machine. No one cared. Even the pets were milling around. Bear taking loud umbrage that he couldn’t get in his cocoon bed on top the headboard.
I told Bear to go talk to the ghosts, tell them we’re not happy with situation. 2 mins, no more and every light on the bed was on. There’s a band across the top that flashed like a disco light. I didn’t even know that feature was there. “The hell you say!”
I carefully got off the bed. Called Lil Wrekker in and made her crawl under the headboard and unplug the bed.
I was thinking maybe there was a massage feature I never knew about. That would be interesting.
She comes out and says it’s not plugged up. There is no plug-in under there.
Ah, I see. The rustic old cabin only had a few plug-ins. I remember.
Wait just a dang minute!
It was a cursed bed. The ghosts are upping the ante.
“The hell you say!”
(This was a Ghostly ‘tail’, Betsy the Beagle sleeps under there. She could’ve told me sooner. Like the first night)
The TV is/was plugged in.
Will you charge for tours?
Come one, come all. Son-of-a-wrek will racewalk you through. Free of charge!
Side show: a viewing of my giant shoestring ball.
Ok. Now this is weird…
You know, I’m nutso, anyway.
I swear I don’t hear voices 
.
(I hope that’s true, maybe…IDK)
The walls were whispering all night.
I’m not sure if I slept,
.
The Siamese/Siamese were restless.
Why, oh why?
I’m cursed. The portal to hell maybe right under my bed.
Aaaaccckkk!
Um… it’s ‘in’.
Time for a séance?
Hey, Beck!
Ouija board here I come!
I believe I’d like a vacay to Crater lake.
It’s to die for!
I’d love to visit the old man.
I shoulda found that Ouija board.
I was asleep, soundly.
I woke up to a scream. Me and Bayliss made the rounds. Everyone is asleep. The haunted room is eerily silent, now.
I may explain it, it coulda been a cat or a demon. It sounded very demented. The Siamese cats can make really loud and crazy/scary sounds.
I went straight to the corner and sat down near it. I had me a talk with this ghost. Bear was near me. Bayliss was back in his bed, watchful.
I think I got my point across. Or I’m just dead.
Not sure which.
If I wake up alive, I’ll let you know.
Or…maybe it’s Aliens:alien:
actually I’ve been known to scream in my sleep
Yep. It’s me screaming out at night.
I maintain a ghost is pinching me to make me scream.
I don’t care what anyone else sez.
You hear that?, Lil wrekker!
I was under the assumption you had been weened off all the drugs.
Clearly not the case.
I had a housemate who would do this. She loved movies that would scare her silly and then she’d have nightmares. The first time I heard it, I thought she was being murdered in her bed and I was to be the next victim.
It could well be medication that causes you to scream/have nightmares. Perhaps a security camera should be placed in your room?
Thx for your vote of confidence, there, Mister Fish-breath.
No it’s not narcotics. I’ve screamed in my sleep since childhood.
The stress of moving to a new bedroom has affected my sleep.
I’ve never slept good. So I’m perpetually tired.
It’s a cross I bear.
As opposed to when you thought you were taking a picture of Big Foot, but instead it was a grizzly bear that got very upset because the flash blinded him - that was the bear you crossed.
I’d think the stress of moving into a (possibly) haunted bedroom would affect your sleep.
As for the whispering walls, it may be auditory pareidolia, when we hear words from random noises. When I was in the hospital after having my first baby, I asked the nurse who was playing music. I swore I could hear a faint electric guitar. It turned out to be the air conditioning coming through a duct. My brain, in trying to make sense of it, heard it as an electric guitar. Do you have A/C in that room?
The Whispering Walls would be a great title for a ghost story, though.
