My door is haunted.
This is not true. I know it's not true, but I've been trying to take a nap for like, an hour (teacher nap time, whaaat?!) and I can't because every time the lady upstairs walks across the floor, my bedroom door creaks a little, because I didn't close it all the way. It opens a little more every time.
This makes it scarier.
I know it's not haunted. I know the front door is locked. I know that the little girl ghost from the Sixth Sense has not taken up residence under my bed, waiting to grab my ankles when I put my foot down on the ground without thinking.
But I am still sitting in my bed, vaguely afraid that on the other side is that guy from the urban legend where the girl thinks she'd home with her dog, but really's it's a dude crawling around on her floor licking stuff.
If he, by chance, caught my mouse and hung it up in the shower by its tail, I'd be cool with that.
Except then I maybe wouldn't take a shower tomorrow. Gross.
Mouse is still on the loose, by the way. So if the little girl from the Sixth Sense isn't under my bed, it's got to be the mouse.
Okay, I'm going to be brave and ram the door closed with my hair dryer to scare away the mouse killing hand licker before I go try and download Modern Family.
<3 Lauren
Today's muse music: Ghost - Ingrid Michaelson
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