Tuesday, March 4, 2008

aliens are eating my brain

It's dark outside, and the wind is whistling 'round... not a quiet night, for sure.

I tossed my book down, swung my legs off the bed, and crept walked silently to the top of the stairs. There was only one light in the living room burning - where was B?

And what was that noise?

Some sort of grunting or mumbling or something was coming from downstairs, the sound filling my head full of horrible pictures.

But wait! Wouldn't the dog have barked? He barks at everything else....

I hesitated at the first stair, calling myself all kinds of foolish. But the mumbling and the chomping? Was that chomping? noises kept going.

I had to save him. Or at least find out what was going on.

Halfway down, creeping noiselessly down the narrow treads...heart in my mouth.....

Bear: (noisily) Aw, hell!

And all thoughts of saving him from certain death were stopped dead in their tracks by the sight of my husband - thankfully in one piece -

playing video games on the livingroom floor.

11 comments:

psychicgeek.com said...

Here's hoping you hang on to your electricity during the storm.
And after. Your hubby must have been playing WoW. I hear the strangest noises from it coming from ABB's computer.

Suzanne said...

That's funny!

angelfeet said...

When you said "chomping" I thought Bear was having a midnight snack :)

Loth said...

lol! I knew what this post was leading to but only because I have had similar experiences recently - hearing what sounded like husband fighting someone in the living room and discoveriing it was just him playing Wii tennis!

kurrabikid said...

Those night owls...

jeneflower said...

My mind has been playing tricks on me too. Usually first thing in the morning or in the middle of the night. How those strange noises can get to you.

BabelBabe said...

that's funny. when i sneak downstairs, i find H watching the election returns. sigh.

Pendullum said...

Too much!

Sarah O. said...

So funny! Interestingly, the very same thing happened to me last night. Except that Mr. Lemony was fumbling around the kitchen trying to make a middle-of-the-night breakfast.

Sigh. My whole family STILL needs my help with breakfast.

Vanessa said...

I was really expecting something else at the end there! Too funny!

Stomper Girl said...

When Fixit had a sprained ankle some friends lent him a play-station and it was not unusual to hear angry shouts from him at odd times of day. Unfortunately a lot of this shouting seemed to be of the abusive variety and as he had decided the PS was female the neighbours must have been slightly worried he'd suddenly morphed into a wife-beater.