Turn your lights on

Okay. I can't sleep, but I have some caffeine in my system so my thoughts are actually making more sense now. I had to get this memory down in writing before I forget what happened.

I was staying over at my parents house with my sister for the last four nights while my parents were out of town. My sister is old enough to probably stay by herself, but she is also old enough to have boys over. Hence my need to stay there. Nothing like a human chastity belt that will beat the living shit out of any boy that arrives. Anyway, I digress...

I have mentioned many times about "weird" things that have happened in my past. Well, I have always had a nasty feeling whenever I would stay at my parents house by myself. You get this feeling like your being watched over there. Especially upstairs. So the first night I stayed there, my sister goes to bed upstairs and I stayed downstairs using my laptop in their kitchen area. Around 1:00 AM, I turn out the lights and head to the living room. I turned off all the lights and watched a little TV. Well, I feel asleep on the sofa and woke up a few hours later so I turned off the TV and went back to sleep. Around 6:00 AM, I noticed that the kitchen light was on and I thought my sister was getting ready for school. I ignored the light and went back to sleep. Around 6:30, my sister comes down and starts to make breakfast. I get up and start to get ready for work. She leaves for school and I leave for work. Later that night we were talking and we realized that neither of us turned on the kitchen light. She thought I left it on from the night before and I thought she had turned it on in the morning. It freaked both of us out a little bit. I decided that I would just file it away and not think about it.

Then there was the incident this morning. I was asleep on the sofa downstairs again when I heard this loud crash. Low and behold it occurred at 6:00 AM this morning. I freaked out trying to figure out what the noise was. I thought maybe a transformer blew, but we still had power. I went up stairs and realized that a table upstairs had fallen over and I heard the crash. It was hella loud. The hair was standing on my neck and arms, but I just told myself the cat knocked over the table. I put the table back and went downstairs again. I couldn't go back to sleep after that. The strange thing was that my sister did not hear the table fall. The table feel about eight feet from her door, but she said she didn't hear anything. My only reasoning that it could have been the cat was that the cat was laying at the bottom of the stairs and refused to go upstairs. I sure hope it knocked the table over. It's kind of weird that they both occurred around 6:00 AM though. Had my sister not been upstairs, I would have gotten the hell out of there right after that happened. But noooo, the protective brother instinct kicked in and I had to go investigate the cause of the noise. That's how they always get killed in the movies. "Let's go figure out what caused that noise." SLASH... Next scene, they are laying on the floor with their throat cut open.

I hate sleeping over there. Isn't funny how people will just tell themselves that it was caused by something else or just ignore the incident all together. I know there have been other incidents there, but they just ignore them.

And for those who were wondering why I slept on the couch instead of my parent's bed. Uummm... Hello... It's my parent's bed. Lord knows what goes on in that bed, but I sure as hell don't want to sleep on that bed. Oh god... now I need to go sniff some Draino to get these thoughts out of my head. Eeewwww....