I however, have not been. I have been waking up around three, every night, and would swear that I heard her little feet running into my room. I convinced myself that, since it was the time that she usually came in, I had just trained myself to be awake and that the little footsteps were just my brain waking me up. That sounds plausible, right?
Last week, I was woken up a little earlier than usual by raccoons going through the garbage outside. While I lay and listened to them -- wide awake, I assure you -- I heard the footsteps. They weren't coming from the hall though. They were above my head.
Every night, it runs back and forth in the drop ceiling above my head. And every night, I sleep with the sheet pulled over my face, just in case the thing should nibble it's way through and fall on my face.* (After which, it would inevitably chew my face off.)
And just last night, I heard it in the kitchen while I poured myself some water, and then in the bathroom while brushing my teeth.
I think it's started following me.
While I'm not a violent person and don't specifically want it dead, I would really, really, like it to be alive somewhere else. (Or maybe a little bit dead.)
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*Have you seen the episode of Raising Hope, where Jimmy learns that Sabrina sleeps with nylons over her head? Well, I'm seriously considering it.