Yesterday, I came home feeling oh-so tired. My body was aching everywhere and there’s nothing I can do to make myself feel comfortable. The mister noticed my foul mood, steered far away from me. Bless his soul. He knows I prefer to be alone when I’m in my ‘moods’.
At 7:30pm, after dinner, I dragged my wary body to bed and conked out instantly. It would be a pleasant and relaxing sleep if I did not wake up a dozen times at least. I just couldn’t find a sleeping position that can ease my aching back.
Tossing and turning until 11pm, I decided to sleep sitting instead. I propped some pillows behind me and fell asleep as soon as my back stop hurting. But at 2am, I woke up almost falling off the bed. By the look of my pillows and blankets scattered everywhere, I must have been flailing around the bed like a fish out of water. I guess my body took the initiative to find a comfortable sleeping position without wanting to wake me up. Or the mere fact that I can’t be woken up at all coz I was totally dead to the world.
Sighing to myself, I decided to sleep in the living room, on a TV couch that’s pretty flat and hard. The very moment my body touched the couch, O-MAI-GAD! I SWEAR THERE WERE ANGELS SINGING! Then I remembered reading somewhere that flat hard surface is recommended for pregnant woman’s back. Oy… [Slap head] Why oh why did I not apply what I read before? Wouldn’t it save me from constant backache all these while? Jeez…
As I happily snuggled with my many pillows and no back pain, I heard noises outside the house. My living room is facing the outside patio and I swear, I heard something scratching the window. Too tired to care, I ignored it. Few minutes later, I heard it again. This time the scratching sounded so urgent. Like something badly wanted to come inside.
EEEEEEEEEKKKK! I jumped off the couch and ran to my room and woke the mister up. Trying REALLY, REALLY hard not to sound hysterical with fear, I asked him ever so nicely to accompany me sleep outside. He obliged without saying a word.
Yes, I know. WHY WOULD I STILL WANT TO SLEEP THERE AFTER THE SCARY SCRATCHING JUST NOW, RIGHT? Because my backache is MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS WORLD. I NEED MY SLEEP, DAMMIT.
As we settled in, I can’t shake the feeling that something menacing is still in the air. I quietly recite some Quran verses and suddenly the front door, which is few meters away from where we were sleeping were banged hard from the outside.
Creepy? FUCK YEAH.
Did I check it out? HELL NO. I waited a while and as expected, the mister woke up and grumpily asked, “What was that?” I said I don’t know.
He walked to the door and poked his head out.
If it were me, NOOOOOOOO FREAAAAAAAKING WAAAAAAAAAAAAY AM I GOING TO OPEN MY EYES AND SEE WHAT’S OUTSIDE COZ I KNOW THERE IS A BLOODY HERD OF BRAIN EATING ZOMBIES QUEUING TO EAT ME ALIVE.
“Anything?” I asked the mister from underneath my blanket.
“Nope. Nothing. Weird” he said.
Should I tell him of the scratching sound I heard earlier on?
I wanted to but I was distracted by my baby moving and kicking inside me. Like really active! If only I can read minds, I bet the baby was saying, “MOM, WHAT THE F****************K!!!! WHAT WAS THAT?! RUN MOM! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!” I know child, I know. Sleep, child. Sleep. Please don’t be a nocturnal. Please.
Please.
Please.
Plezzzzzzzzzzzz..zz.zzzzz..z.zzzz…..
2 Comments:
it must be a cat trying hard to get your attention and since you ignored it, it banged its head on the door and left lol...whatever it is, that is spooky and a mystery.
heard lotsa similar scratching story like yours and this mostly experienced by expecting mom. they said if it called your name, that is DANGEROUS so ya just stay put in your bedroom next time.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!
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