After going 90 miles a minute all week long, my boyfriend and I wanted to stay home and relax. What better way then to watch movies? So, we get the air mattress out and set it up in front of the TV in the middle of the living room. Which I might add is all open; has vaulted ceilings, connects to the dining room and the kitchen, then the door to their parents' room. And, you can see the stairs leading upstairs to more bedrooms and the loft that walks into the music room. Their kitchen had an island bar through the middle, with bar stools lined up on the outside (very important).
We decided we wanted popcorn and a few other snacks and drinks. Once we were finished, we started flipping through the channels. Both of us were feeling a few scary movies... When we came across "Paranormal Activity 2." Now, if you have read my previous stories, you know damn well I HATE those movies and have not been capable of sleeping in my own room, still to this day. But, thinking since we are at his house - I felt safe - we can watch the movie. (Irony right?!) But lucky me, I fell asleep halfway through the movie, considering the endings scare me the most...
Hours pass, when I wake up to the TV blaring the snow shiat. Of course, scaring me half to death and not wanting his dad to wake up mad, I jumped up real quick and shut the TV off. I laid back down and a few minutes had passed when I started hearing the sound of chairs being scooted across the floor. My boyfriend was to my back and his dog, Dixie was snuggled up next to me. I tried to think back, was someone else up? What day was it? Does his parents have to work? Is it one of his brothers?
As I laid there, Dixie started to growl. And, that is when I started to panic. I continued to lay there motionless, until her hair on her back started to stand, and the noise only 10 steps away became louder and more prominent. Dixie gets in a defensive stance and starts to bark with her snarls. Now, by this time, I start mule kicking my boyfriend trying to wake him up. I guess between me kicking him and Dixie barking, he finally wakes up startled and realizes Dixie's tone, he flies up and turns the lights on.
And wouldn't you guess? Not a damn thing was in the room. All of the bar stools was scattered throughout the kitchen and the grandfather clock strikes 0300...