Scene: My cozy, happily cluttered, comfortable bedroom two days after Christmas. Knitting books scattered everywhere, half-empty gift bags spewing their tissue paper guts all over my floor. Its night, the house is quiet, Kelly has been battling to fall asleep for the better part of 3 hours but it’s finally come and she’s beginning to doze.
I just about had a heart attack. Two thoughts went through my head very quickly. “My TV just fell over.” And “Dear god, my fish tank just collapsed.”
Neither of these two things happened, thankfully. What did happen, though, was weirder.
Above my television there is a little shelf that has a bulletin board, 3 signed hockey pucks, a small wooden chest with a stone etched with my zodiac sign on it, a candle and a picture of the dog I had when I was little.
It was as if someone had taken their arm and swept all the items off of the shelf. Everything was scattered on the floor and behind the television. There was no reason for this to have happened.
I cleaned up the mess and brought my heart rate down to the low 100’s before climbing back into bed. It took another hour or so before I fell asleep again. Then my ceiling fan started to make this weird noise. Then my whole room felt like it was vibrating.
I have a roommate and I think it’s the boogeyman.
Think he’ll split my rent with me?