There was the very distinct sound of a glass bottle falling over in the kitchen. My mom and I are both in bed and the dog is sleeping in her room.
So now I am wide awake and afraid of burglars and ghosts and ghost burglars even though I have to be up in 4 hours nooo
I mean I checked and I didn’t see anything so I feel vastly better than I would have just laying paralyzed in bed but still
I have to commend my survival skills because even though I didn’t have a weapon handy I did have the foresight to leave a message on Wilson’s voicemail so there would at least be a recording of me getting murdered. (I was actually hoping he would pick up so he could phone the police the moment something awful happened to me but this worked too.)
But what could have caused the bottle to fall over? It was just sitting on the counter, as bottley as you please.
I feel like this is the beginning of a horror movie and I’m the no-don’t-go-in-there-can’t-you-hear-the-ominous-music girl.
It’s too quiet.