I watched Paranormal Activity 2 last week. I’ve also been watching a LOT of haunting/ghost/paranormal themed tv shows because they were plentiful ‘round abouts Halloween. All that jazz is still fresh in my brain mush.
Having some trouble sleeping because Carter was coughing {allergies} and I had a headache, I lay in bed last night watching… I don’t even know. Haunted, I think, which is on animal planet, but a pretty decent show. I fell into a light sleep around midnight. I woke up at 12:20 am for reasons unknown. I do this occasionally throughout the night, however, last night I woke “all the way” up. Which is semi unusual. I lay there for a few minutes and suddenly my heart jumped into my throat. Carter had yelled out and broken the silence I’d been drifting in. I looked at the video monitor and he sat up and said, clear as day, “Hi. Whatter u doing?”. ::Pause:: Then he laughed. He can't see me and very obviously wasn't talking to ME. I was watching this in creepy, green night vision and I got CHILLS. It was SOOOO creepy.
He continued to have a conversation with the supposed darkness. I was so freaked out that I went into his room. He looked at me and all conversation stopped. I held and kissed him, laid him back down, and left the room. Just to prove to whatever ghost was there that I was watching, lol.
I watched the monitor for a long time after that. Carter didn’t talk much after that. He coughed some. But I couldn’t sleep. Perhaps all the insanity of my beloved Horror movies/shows infected me with fear. I dunno. But I couldn’t sleep. Every noise, explainable or not, jolted me violently awake.
I heard a bag rustle at one point {around 4am}. I didn’t think much of it… until I remember one was on the floor right next to my bed. “Bah!” I thought. “Just the fan blowing it.” I looked anyway. Peering over the side of the bed, I STARED at the bag, WILLING it to move via fan assistance. It didn’t move again. At all. THEN I remembered Paranormal Activity 1. Where the demon stands next to the bed. I didn’t even really try to sleep again until I saw the beginnings of sunlight through the windows at 6am. I dozed until 7am, which is when I get up for the day.
I.Am.Exhausted.
I’m also a little impressed by my imagination’s ability to so quickly seize and conquer my internal logic and reason.
4 comments:
at least you didn't name Carter Hunter!! I would never come to your house again now.
(can't wait until Dec!)
Well, that was an interesting blog.....maybe Carter was still half asleep and still in the middle of a dream...
I don't do well with scary movies but I did watch one that was really good, called the Changeling...not the new one with Angelina Jolie but an old one with George C. Scott...it was about ghosts and I thought it was really good...check it out sometime...ta,ta and happy birthday to your little Carter..your boys are definitely cuties !!! Happy weekend, Kristin...margie
Creepy!!!
Me neither, Gibs!
MM, I don't know. I hope he was dreaming. It didn't SEEM that way when I picked him up.. but I hope that's the case. It freaked me out for SURE! Lol.
Leigh, it was SOOO creepy. I was genuinely scared, which seems so dumb, but it is what it is. lol.
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