Spoooky Spooooooky Fans and Sewing Tables!

One of my LJ friends posted something about how she only believes in ghosts in the middle of the night.

I strongly agree with that.

I do not believe in ghosts during when it's light out and I'm sane.

HOWEVER, in the middle of the night I am a crazy person.

When I lived in Apartment 89 I was convinced that I had a fan ghost. It lived in my fan. My fan would start up this "tink, tink, tink" noise where the chain hit the light fixture in the middle of the night. It wouldn't do it all the time. Just at night. It was so annoying and finally one day I was like, "Cut it out!" AND IT DID. So that's what the fan ghost and I would do. It would "tink, tink, tink" and I would be like, "Just cool it, Fan Ghost."

Also, there was one time we went to the beach with a bunch of our friends and we stayed in this crazy beach house with mirrors everywhere. Kenny and Ally were sleeping in twin beds across the hall from us but the first night we woke up and they were asleep on the couch. We teased them about falling asleep watching TV but then they told us they moved because of the ghost. Apparently Ally had woken up because her bed was shaking and asked Kenny about it and he said it felt like his pillow was rising with his head on it. (Or vice versa, can't remember.) We of course all that they were full of shit. And then later that day someone was reading the guest book and it mentioned that a ghost lived in that room. A few entries mentioned it in fact...and we were all like, "HAHAHA ghost."

So the middle of the night the next night I had to pee and the bathroom was in that room. I stumbled into the dark, empty room to go to the bathroom and the room just felt WRONG. Like shivers up my spine WRONG. And when I went back to bed the wrongess followed me even though I was in bed with Blake. SO...and this is where the crazy kicks in...I rolled onto my stomach and imagined that my cat Pompom was curled up on my back. This is something he will do if he catches anyone lying on their stomach. And then he protected me from the ghost by purring.

YES YOU HEARD ME...MY IMAGINARY CAT PURRED AWAY THE GHOST. GHOSTS DON'T LIKE CATS. EVEN IMAGINARY ONES. TRUE FACTS. IT'S LIKE SOME ANCIENT ASIAN MYTHOLOGY OR SOMETHING.

From that point on I went all the way downstairs to use the bathroom in the kitchen, always tiptoeing past Kenny and Ally on the couch.

Back in high school we lived in a pretty old house and I used to always hear noises coming from the bedroom next to me in the middle of the night. My parents didn't think it was true and even I was skeptical. One night my brother and his then girlfriend, Jean were visiting for the first time and we were all sleeping in different rooms that were clustered together. I told them about the ghost and everyone laughed, dumb kid sister, and we all went to bed. I kept hearing the sound of my mom's sewing table opening and the tell tale "clink" of the loose drawer pulls bouncing back into place. I just thought foggily to myself that Jean was looking for a button or something....ponies and kitties...zzzzzzzz. Finally Jean came tearing into my room to tell me that she didn't know how I was doing it but I needed to QUIT IT. I was clearly asleep and I told her it was the ghost. We went into my brother's room and woke him up. Then we sat there, huddled on his bed, all together, and listened to the sewing desk clink randomly in the next room. My parents found us all crashed out together in the morning, which they thought was adorbs, until we started telling them about the ghost. When you're a parent it's always bad news when your hysterical teenage girl has her bizarro fears reinforced by other people. Just, you know, FYI.

Eventually I got kind of blase about it like I did with the fan. "Geeze Sewingmachinetableghost, you're so annoying. *eye roll*"