I just had to share this on the blog, as it’s fairly hilarious: I’m famous!! Or as famous as being in the Mirror makes you…A few weeks ago, I was involved with a mini photoshoot with My Voucher Codes with one of my friends Frankie focused on Halloween costumes and how there are very few career based costume options for women that aren’t “sexy”, and on top of that, can you find a doctor costume designed to worn by women everywhere? They’re all nurses! So we were dressed up in costumes designed for the opposite sex – Frankie may have slightly loved posing for this part. Anyways, crazily enough, those photos got used by the Mirror in this article – I’m famous! To be honest, I think I’m glad they didn’t use my name, although I am now making it’s public it’s me in those photos by writing about it here – I could have kept it secret as I’m sure no one would know me behind that mask!
So, speaking of Halloween coming up, we had something creepy happen the other night and I thought I would make this post a bit more interesting by telling you that story.
So there I was, at 3am in the morning, laying in bed as I usually do at that time of morning, pretty much fast asleep from what I can tell. Then all of a sudden, I wasn’t asleep, I was awake and very aware that something was not right (anyone else hear Miss Clavel from Madeline in their heads then?!). To be fair, it wasn’t so sudden, more of a slow awakening and feeling that something was wrong, which to be honest makes it a bit more scary as if there’d been a big crash or bang it would have been a bit easier to figure out why I was awake. The thing that was wrong though was our bedroom door. We always leave our bedroom door just pushed to – the cats don’t like to be shut either inside or outside of a room we’re in (fussy creatures!), so we have to leave enough of a crack for them to get through, and since I don’t like sleeping with the door open, I tend to leave it as pushed closed as possible with enough room for them to squeeze in. Sometimes the door gets pushed slightly more open (Charlie is pretty boisterous), but that’s it. But that night, I woke up to realise the door was wide open – as in, so far open that it was touching the shelves behind it. Our bed faces the doorway which opens onto a small landing and the stairs which has an uncovered window, so there was just a tiny amount of moonlight shining through, enough that I could tell the door was open (as there was a difference in light), but not so much that I could tell whether there was anything in the doorway or not.
So this has happened before, immediately after I started watching the Freak Show series of American Horror Story featuring a murderous clown (or at least I think so, I haven’t yet finished watching it). I was never bothered by clowns at all before and didn’t get the fear of them at all, but that night, oh my goodness, in my head that clown was stood in that doorway! That night at least had an explanation as Ben had gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night and had left the door open when he returned (how many times do I have to tell him?!). This night however was different, he hadn’t left the room (as it’s in a different house and this bedroom has an en suite). It took me a good few minutes to figure out what was going on (my brain apparently has issues translating what my eyes and brain are seeing in the middle of the night), then a good few more minutes to work up the courage to shuffle close enough to Ben that I could nudge him awake and whisper that the door was open. Of course, he just grunted, got out of bed, closed it and went back to sleep. But how was it open in the first place?! It can’t have been a cat as we’d have most definitely heard them barrel into hard with how wide open it was. And it was definitely closed when we went to sleep (as I won’t close my eyes with it open). There were no windows open to have caused a wind to blow it open (plus it would have made a noise if so, and any wind that strong would surely have woken me up). How?!
But that’s not quite the end of the story as Ben then proceeded to terrify me further. I’d just about got over my shock an hour later (I know, slightly pathetic that I was in “shock” for an hour over that!) and was just falling back to sleep when Ben grabbed the torch of the end of the bed (for cat searching purposes usually, of course) and jumped out of Ben and left the room. Well, thanks for that! I stayed with the duvet up to my eyes listening for any crashes (of him being attacked or murdered, of course), but couldn’t hear a single thing as Charlie had decided to curl up near my head purring loudly that very moment. Then he just got back into bed like nothing had happened. In response to my exasperated questioning, all I got was: “Just checking, there’s nothing” and promptly fell asleep again. So I then had to spend the next hour in fear of what might be under the bed as that was the only place he hadn’t checked, and that door had opened for some reason at the hands of someone, so that person must be waiting for me to fall asleep so they can come out and get me. Yep, that’s how my brain works.
So in conclusion to the mystery….um, nothing. We haven’t figured it out. Apparently Ben jumped out of bed with the torch as he heard a bang, but concluded that was probably a cat, and a voice, which he then decided he’d dreamed. But how did the door get open?!
The mystery in fact continues though, in that last night I was woken up several times by the smell of cooking in the house, and it smelled like a roast dinner being cooked…Strangely enough, we don’t actually ever really make roast dinners (we’re not big Sunday lunch type people), and our tea had smelled nothing like that. So do we have a roast-dinner-cooking, door-opening ghost?! Who knows…
Anyway, have you got plans for Halloween? I’ve got my sister coming over for a night of Halloween fun – we’re dressing up to answer the door to any trick or treaters, painting our faces and watching American Horror Story – I just have to decide on my costume, she says I have to be a proper character, not something generic, and I think it has to be scary…let’s see what I manage!