Thugs, blood and the Zodiac's return

I slept upstairs last night for a couple of reasons. One because the bed has the best mattress in the world, two because as of this weekend it's no longer the guest room, as Jade has officially become my roommate. She's still just spending weekends in Saskatoon and the week out in Marcelin, but come December when I go traveling with mom she will rent the entire house. And thirdly, I slept upstairs because I felt to weak to walk all the way downstairs...no I'm not kidding, all of a sudden I felt like I couldn't walk another step, so I just lay there and finally burrowed under the covers. Prior to that I had a sudden boost of energy and had cleaned out the fridge and bleached the kitchen in the hopes of killing any of my sickness germs that might have been floating around.

So anyway, all of that is unimportant, what is important is that I had watched Zodiac earlier in the evening. For those of you who do not know the story or movie, it's obviously about the Zodiac killer, who's identity is thought to be known although it was never proved. Anyway, I watch some scary crap, decide I can't sleep while kind of creeped out, so I open all the windows in the living room to air out my germs, clean the fridge and then suddenly pass out on the guest bed. Needless to say I did not have a peaceful sleep, Arthur Leigh Allen (the suspected Zodiac killer) wandered in out of my dreams taunting me, then it happened. I heard other voices, male voices, and they penetrated my dreamworld. I sat straight up in bed, totally freaked out, as they sounded like they were right outside the bedroom door. The conversation went something like this.

"Do you think she's awake?"
"I don't know she's up late a lot, but it seems quiet"
"You should go in there and check"
"And do what, hit her over the head with a brick if she's still awake"
"HAHAHAHAHA yeah that might work, I swear she never sleeps, she probably already knows we are here."
"Yeah but this time I think she is asleep"
"But she's never going to buy our story"

By this time I was ready to pee my pants, who were these men in my house? Why were they talking so loudly, why did they want to hit me over the head with a brick, where could I get help from, where could I hide, how could I escape, why was my body frozen....why can't I move, what the hell is going on? Are they going to kill me? Move body MOVE!!!!!! At that point the fear totally overwhelmed me and I tried to scream. A pathetic high pitched little squeak came rattling out of my mouth, but it was enough to allow me to regain control of my body, I yelled the most blood curdling thing I could think of, which happened to be, "EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Prepare TO DIE" as I leapt from the bed looking for something to hit the intruders with. For the record all I could find was a bottle of contact lens solution and the table lamp, both of which I grabbed hold of, I yanked hard and sure enough the lamp came loose from the plug point and armed with my dangerous weapons I ran screaming into the living room. Now for those that don't remember, this is my all time favorite tactic when scared witless. I figure if someone is trying to kill me I should go on the offensive and scream like a banshee and perhaps this will freak them out enough for me to escape.

Turns out I did freak the thugs out, as they started screaming too, "Holy **** SHIT SHIT! What the hell!" (and then a bunch more expletives.)

So I'm standing in the dark in my living room screaming, there's a bunch of swearing coming from somewhere, and all of a sudden lights go on outside and some man is shouting, "What the hell is going on out there?"

Turns out the 'thugs' were my neighbor and his friend, standing outside my living room window (which happens to be right by the gate leading into his yard) in a drunken state wondering if they should go in or not since his parents were in town visiting. and the other person yelling was his father wondering what was going on. Once I realized what was happening, I went to the window and meekly said, "Sorry, I thought someone was trying to break in, I'll just go back to bed now," and then slammed the window shut and did just that.

On a totally unrelated note, I was interrupted while typing this post. So halfway through I got up to turn on some music. As I walked to the stereo I saw what appears to be blood on my floor. Looking around I spotted more smears of blood. I tried to think whether it was possible this was just a squashed strawberry being dragged around my living room, but I don't think so. Then I wondered if one of the cats were injured, and finally I found the cause of the blood smears. One dead mouse lying on the entryway carpet (thank you Tinka). So really last night wasn't as bad as it could have been, had I run screaming into the living room, turned on the lights and seen the blood, I think I probably would have just fainted.

-Swapna