For those of you who are playing catch up, my family moved into a haunted house three weeks ago and it's way less cool than you'd imagine.
As I was cleaning The Kid's [completely empty] room yesterday, I got shot by a toy projectile. It didn't hurt, the sun was up, and I was barely even annoyed--certainly not freaked out.
Fast forward to last night.
The Kid, The Hubby, and the dogs were all in bed. I stayed up late watching a National Geographic documentary on PBS (ok, it was Showtime, and it wasn't so much a documentary as a reality show--there were boobs, though) and headed upstairs around 12:30.
As I was brushing my teeth, I heard a noise. It sounded like it could have been an alarm coming from outside. I ignored it for a few seconds, and then I realized that it was coming from inside the house (just like the babysitter in that urban legend!). I put down my toothbrush and walked into the hall, trying to follow the high-pitched "dun....dun...dun......dun..dun".
My ears brought me directly into The Kid's room, where he was still sleeping, blissfully unaware. As I zeroed in on the sound, I realized that it was coming from this:
|I took this today, in broad daylight. I did put it back exactly as I found it last night, though.|
WHAT THE HELL, PHYLLIS???
I was really freaked out. Not sure what to do, I picked up the book, woke up The Hubby, and told him what happened. He mumbled an "Oh yeah?" and rolled back over to sleep. I put the possessed book in the guest room and tweeted until I was tired enough to fall asleep myself.
This was the last straw. I am tired. Sleep is important to me. I do not have time for this crap. I just want to live here, guys. I do NOT want to move again any time soon.
Today, after a suggestion from blogger Ian, I contacted TAPS (tv's Ghost Hunters) through their website. At Joshua's suggestion, I had The Hubby visit our friendly local occult store and pick up some sage on the way home so that we could burn it and cleanse the house.
|Not a joint. Sage.|
Let's just assume this worked, shall we? I'm ready to move on. Let's hope that Phyllis is too.