Sunday, November 28, 2010

Ghostly Holidays

                 For the past three nights I’ve jumped out of bed, wide awake, at 2:30 A.M. I stayed in bed each night after waking up because I think staying in my room is always the safest thing to do, like my door is some amazing shield or something. Every time I wake up I never hear sounds that would cause me any restlessness because my house makes a lot of different noises; having five animals, the house not being the newest, and with myself just being paranoid. On the fourth night, I decided to set my alarm for 2:25 A.M. to see if I could catch what kept keeping me awake, alarms aren’t the easiest thing to wake me up so we’ll see how this goes.
            It was around 10:30 P.M, on the fourth night, when I set my alarm for 2:30 A.M to see if I could figure out what was freaking me out every night for too many nights. I screamed, “Night Mom, Love you,” back to her room before I shut my door to go to sleep.
            I procrastinated, like always, because I was a little anxious to see what I was going to find if I woke up to my alarm when it was time. I sat on Facebook for probably an hour, watched the best show ever called The Defenders, and got a big glass of milk. With all this I most likely went to bed around midnight which is pretty normal for me. I woke up not to a loud, annoying beeping of an alarm but to my mom saying, “Lindsey, it’s time to get up for school!”
            I responded half dead, “What time is it?”
            “It’s 6:45 A.M, get up!” She shouted back.
            I was very confused that I didn’t wake up a) to my alarm at 2:25 A.M and b) at 2:30 A.M from the randomness that’s been waking me up for the past couple days. I didn’t think much of it because I figured hey, maybe the stupid sound interrupting my precious sleeping stopped, YIPPY!
            By the time I got to school the entire thing had slipped my mind because I’m not one to worry. Then Tracy just had to bring it up saying, “Lindsey, did you figure out what’s messing with you at night?”
            In annoyance I said, “Tracy shut up! You would bring that up just for the simple fact I just forgot about it.”
            We talked about my night before while sitting in Ms. Bridges English 11 class because we never do much of anything in there. She then brings up, “Oh, have you seen the commercials for the new Paranormal Activity, the third one?”
            I replied, “Really, you would scare me with that wouldn’t you?”
            She laughed and said, “Well in the previews it shows this family where it’s just a mother and a daughter, like you and your mom, the ghost is messing with only the daughter at first. Has your mom said anything to you about anything weird?”
            I replied astonished, “Umm are you kidding me? But no she hasn’t said anything so I doubt she really has. Dude, do you think we are really being haunted?”
            Tracy started laughing hysterically and said, “There isn’t even a Paranormal Activity 3 out yet stupid but I have to admit I got you good. Hahaha!”
            I didn’t think it was all that funny because obviously now stuck in the back of my head is that I’m going to be the next victim from those movies. I don’t want watch movies or shows like Paranormal Activity or Ghost Hunters because let’s face it, that stuff scares me just a little bit too much. I have seen the commercials for both the Paranormal Activity movies’ previews and it never looked like it ended up in a very pleasant way.
            After school that day I didn’t go home at all because I didn’t want to be home by myself. I went tanning and then went and hung out with a few friends because that’s just what I do when I don’t have to work. They all thought I was crazy because “those movies are so fake,” and “those movies aren’t even scary anyways!”
            Well all I know is they might not be scared when they are watching things like that but what if it was happening to you? I’m pretty sure you would be shaking in your moccasins just a little bit.
            I went home a little after 7 P.M when my mom called and told me she was on her way home from Curves. Let’s face it, I’m not one of those people who thinks my house is haunted or do I believe in evil ghosts but man was this freaky, or well I thought. My mom and I ate dinner, watched Burnt Notice and a couple other shows while sitting around lazily on the cough for a little while. I know I know, we have a very exciting life. Do you think I should put up video cameras? See I thought this too because that’s what they did in Paranormal Activity but I think whatever it is knew I set my alarm clock and was waiting to see it, and that’s exactly why nothing mysteriously woke me up in the middle of the night.
            It was about that time to go to bed because stressing about being haunted takes a lot of energy, let me tell you! It was tough for a couple minutes to get myself to sleep but since I was so exhausted it didn’t take but 10 minutes to be peacefully sleeping. Once again, terrifyingly I suddenly woke up at 2:30 A.M exactly… Ironic right? I didn’t set my alarm and this time I wake up again. This time will be different than last because my door will not be the key guard on my cell phone because this time I’m walking out of my room to see what might be happening.
            Little did I know I would find my mom up and wide awake in the kitchen feeding this odd man milk and cookies.
            It makes sense that I didn’t get woken up by weird noises, on the fourth night, since I told my mom I was going to set my alarm at 2:25 A.M because I thought something was suspicious. I got closer and said, “Mom, what are you really doing at 2:30 in the morning with some random dude?”
            She replied, “Lindsey honey, this guy isn’t random,” as he turns around so I could see his face…
          It’s Santa Clause!
            “I caught you flirting with Santa Clause? Mom what are you thinking? What about dad?” Not really giving her time to respond because I’m a really fast thinker I chuckled and continued, “Oh yeah, that’s right you and dad are divorced. I’m going back to bed, night!”
            I decided my mom having a little thing with Santa Clause wasn’t that bad because I wasn’t being haunted, which lifted a huge weight of my shoulders. And hey, Christmas is right around the corner so might as well let my mom help me out a little this holiday season!

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