3 am

So, I’m sleeping well, as I ought to be. I’m having dreams nightmares of spiders under my pillow and some obnoxious pitter-patter noise coming the roof area.

Santa?

Then I woke up suddenly and realized one of those two things wasn’t a dream at all.

Up from my bed I sprang to see what was the matter. And to use the bathroom.

And all was silent.
And I said to myself, “Self, everything is fine – you’re just half asleep is all. The noise was just a dream. Stop overreacting, will ya?”

I went back to bed.
Comfortable.

But then…

Holy Crap

It happened again!

Here began my horrible realization that there is something alive running amok in my attic.
Which I guess, when you think about it, is better than something dead running around up there.

By the sounds of it, the amount of noise and the way it’s run sounds, I’m guessing it to be a heavy footed creature the size of Rhode Island that is quite possibly going to fall through the ceiling and squash or attack me in my sleep. But I can’t sleep, so I guess that’s an irrational thought.
I can’t believe I’m the only one in the house torn out of a peaceful sleep by all the shenanigans up there.

So I sit here – now 3:19 am with no other choice but to listen while my new upstairs neighbors break up the normal night silence.
It’s eerie.

I’m no stranger to having critters in the ceiling above me at night. I spent a summer living with the in-laws at the farm while we were house hunting. We shared the finished basement with many field mice who spend their evenings softly scurrying around in the safety of the basement ceiling.

But what’s in our attic right now…
Well, it’s no field mouse – I can say that for sure.

No siree-bob.

I’m thirsty. Hungry. And very, very tired.

And I think our house may be trying to exorcise us.

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